The Disappointment
Juicy J, Xavier Wulf
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Play me some Pippen, man
Man
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, shame on me
Man, I ain't surprised by none of these niggas, shit they done
I ain't even surprised
Old boy told to cut his time
I ain't even surprised
I came up with niggas that's certified
His clock ran out a different type of time
As long as we win, nigga, I ain't gotta shine
All this back door shit be real
Turn your location up at my crib
No matter what, I'ma pay the bills
Just like a Titan, I play the field
Yeah, yeah, I ain't even surprised
Niggas be flooded with lies
My cup runneth over, I'm fried
Juicy man, what you doin'?
Coolin', I'm just vibin'
Duckin' the fake 'cause they be connivin' (Always)
Bag ran out, the shit broke loose
These hoes don't be that surprised (Bitch)
All that ass and all that hair
But what the fuck is you disguisin'?
Times done got harder
You see these rappers be barely survivin' (Yep)
Everybody wanna be the captain (Captain)
You ain't gon' ride, you cappin' (Nigga cappin')
Police come lock everybody up
Somebody told what happened (It was him)
Price still high, they taxin' (They taxin')
I ain't even surprised
From LA to Memphis like a twenty-seven hour drive
Bet my funeral be packed
They wanna see me on my back
Instead of standin' on my feet
I travel the world to make ends meet
Drink codeine, it's makin' me sleep
Bitches be broke, it's makin' me cheat
You don't own nothin' but that bag
I ain't surprised that pussy was weak
I ain't even surprised
Old boy told to cut his time
I ain't even surprised (Fucked up)
I came up with niggas that's certified
His clock ran out a different type of time
As long as we win, nigga, I ain't gotta
Shine (I ain't gotta shine, my nigga)
All this back door shit be real
Turn your location up at my crib
No matter what, I'ma pay the bills
Just like a Titan, I play the field (Yes sir)
Yeah, I ain't even surprised
Niggas be flooded with lies (Lies)
My cup runneth over, I'm fried (Fried)
I don't get surprised
Niggas and bitches, they all gon' lie
Got my head up to the sky
Tellin' the Lord to get me by
I get the money then ride
I do it for all of my brothers that died
Some of my niggas was killed
The pain is somethin' that's stuck up inside
I ain't gon' swallow my pride
I go back and forth inside of my mind
Sittin' here spinnin' this wine
Tellin' myself it'll be just fine
I wish that I could rewind the time sometimes and change my mind
I ain't even in my prime
I can do more than spit these rhymes
Sellin' them nickels and dimes
I did it thick and we gon' eat this time
Most of these niggas is grimy, slimy type that will creep up behind
Act like they want you to win when really they want you to fall behind
Mama, don't cry this time
Load this K and tuck these nines