That's All She Wrote

Now I don't really care what you call me

Just as long as you don't call me bro'

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me

"Goodnight its over with" that's all she wrote

Streets like cold Chicago

Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before

But still I ball like no tomorrow

Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

I said it's over with that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

Goodnight its over with that's all she wrote

Its stupid how I'm going on everybody knowing that

I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it

Eventually see they cant beat than with me they join

Others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn

You tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocks

You never did blend in with the big shots

On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops

I just laugh at, nigga wishing it was this hot

Guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off

Better that than pissed on

I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones

Catch me in the end zone

High stepping prime time

Thought you niggas been on

Ain't no blocking my shine

Like my new air Yeezy's, you can see me in the night time

I get rich off living life, you check to check reciting rhymes

So call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time

While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in its right mind

(mind, mind)

Now I don't really care what you call me

Just as long as you don't call me bro'

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me

"Goodnight its over with" that's all she wrote

Streets like cold Chicago

Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before

But still I ball like no tomorrow

Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote

Your staring straight into a barrel of hate

Terrible fate,

Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape

Cupid shot his arrow and missed

Wait Sarah you're late, your train left.

Mascara and egg smeared on your face

Nights over goodbye, hoe

I thought that I told ya' the spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over

Never shoulda' came within Range of my Rover

Shoulda' known I was trouble soon as I rolled up,

Any chick who's coming up after I blind fold her,

She still comes back to my crib,

Must want me to mess with her mind hold up.

She must've took me for some high roller.

But I wont buy her a soda

Unless it's rock n' rye cola. (Satans cheaper)

Buy you a bag of fritos I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder.

If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya

Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pulling five molars

You get your eyes swole up I'm on my straight grizzly

So why would I buy you a gassed teddy you're already bi-polar

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

These bitches know as soon as they saw me

Its never me to get the privilege to know 'em

I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Until its over and that's all she wrote

The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with

But don't get mad at me

Go blame the chick who wrote this shit

Ya life is sure a bitch

But she know I'm rich

That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick

Here I go again,

I kick this shit, they get to pouring in

Peso, Euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon' be broke again

See me posted in anything, wearing any chain

Never gon' see me toting anything

All you gon' see is bang!

Its so nice where I kick it,

Hate you never get to visit

Yeah I'm on another level

But you niggas still can get it

Its all over 'fore you finish

Sorry bro this road we end it

Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business

Yeah I guess life is a bitcha ain't it Tip

And this one can say this shit

Shirt off my back, I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief

I'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine

Let em get a good taste of it

I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now,

But in case you didn't

This is so bad, better stick your nose to your forehead and staple it

Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it

So I pace this shit a little bit quicker

That clock come racing in double time in it

But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time

It may take you pricks to catch on

While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong

Man I still say K-mart's like there's an apostrophes on it dog

And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong

But if you gon' tell me that the A & W

Ain't the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dog

And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane

I'm as strong as they came

They were gone 'fore they came

Now I don't wanna hang, I slap fire with them rap guys

They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why (why, why)

Now I don't really care what you call me

You can even call me cold

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me

Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote

I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go

But still I ball like there's no tomorrow

Good night is over with that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

I said its over with

That's all she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote

"Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote