Testo Don't Exist

Well, the way you dress, nigga,
You ain't got to worry about those cats.
You'll be invisible up in the club (chuckles)

I be on some other shit, you be on that lame sucka shit
That hating ass motherfucker shit, you at your cousin shit
How you bys always on your ground? When in the mornin'
I'm the first thought on your mind?! Got a king Benz, moffa, all you do is selling the dimes
All you tellin' is lies, I see in between lines
I can see in your eyes you a phoney
Flexin' with a tiny ass chain and a bullshit Rover
My competition left the niggas sitting on mills
Not recline without tryn, I been killin'
Had jewels and cars, nigga, I'm drug dealin'
You boys looked stressed, see me, I'm just chilling
You lames I ain't feeling, mystery in your history
Year after year, what else, nigga, where yo' victory?
Finally got your first watch and now you talking shit, nigga
Nigga, please, to me your puppy ass don't exist

Boy, you want me to see that new watch you got
You want me to see the new car you've got You want me to know you always on some block
You want me to know about the holes you pop
Money don't cover up being a lame
You pro'ly fool enough, but not us, man
Er'body know you niggas lame as shit
We don't see you lame niggas, y'all don't even exist

I can see you like you transparent
Bet you get in that room, bet you get to fucking tellin'
(Snitch!) Avce boggie, no Ricco,
In the club with my niggas popping boorico
Arrr, she a freak, bro
Bu you down in Amn Morris with a freak hoe
Freak hoe, what you wanna kill me for?
Cause I'm old T.V., gotta feed my folks
You broke and you know it