Tekst:
Lyfe Jennings

Busy again I don't even know Even know why I keep Trying (Verse 1) I call you on the phone You are never home You say dat you gone handling business

Look, my girl ain't got snobby, stuntin' like her Daddy Vroom on her Yamaha, she ride me like a Kawasaki I call her little butter, sometimes I call her

Must be nice Having someone who understands the life you live Must be nice Having someone who's slow to take and quick to give Must be nice Having someone

See I?m a wanted man barely living in these streets Since child support saw fit to put a warrant out on me Say I owe ?em sixty-five hundred and they want

See I done been discriminated against Talked about by my friends Played a fool by women And had a daddy with no feelings I lived in ghettos with my momma

Well, hello, hey, how you doin'? Haven't seen you in a while Ya, it's been a while Girl, I really missed that smile And that thing you do with your tongue

That's on the struggle trying to come up Man you Biggie, for all you cats Doin' that nonsense on that bullshit? You ain't Biggie nigga It's your boy, Lyfe Jennings

Yeah, I mean I know what you talkin' about, brother So let me tell him I know a lot of women gonna hate it But, somebody?s gotta say it And so I nominated

Ha, ha, I'm fine y'all It's your boy Ghetto Superman A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a don't got a wife What up Young Boy? Everybody talkin' about livin' on Capital