I Can't

LETRA

I Can't

Southside
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

Let me just say this out the gate:
I'm the ni*** everybody love to hate
I'm the hustler every stripper wanna date
But I just wanna cut a check 'cause I can't wait
Most of these rappers, groupies and I can't relate
Stay in line 'fore this chopper get you scraped
I got a problem, I'ma say it to your face
And f*** your bottom, I'ma shoot you in your face

They want me to apologize, but I can't
You can talk about homicides, but I can't
You pillow-talking to these bitches, but I can't
You niggas snitchin' on your partners, but I can't
You let a ni*** disrespect you, but I can't
You might can turn the other cheek, but I can't
You suckers rockin' fake jewelry, but I can't
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can't

Oh that's your girl? That's your world, I'm with her tonight
A rich ni*** smilin' at you, It's so pearly white
It's the burr (burr burr burr) rockin' fur tonight
I'm Michael Kors to the floor, call me sir tonight
Think what you wanna think, but you can't break a bank, fool
Can't let a ni*** go, she know I keep her bank roll
She wanna start a home with me, but I can't
She think that I'm her cup of tea, but I ain't
See, I'm the type to think his shit doesn't stink
The new ice scream “Master P,” without the tank
Fresh out the boat, but she's a freaky, not a saint
A stowaway, so I'ma make her walk the plank

They want me to apologize, but I can't
You can talk about homicides, but I can't
You pillow-talking to these bitches, but I can't
You niggas snitchin' on your partners, but I can't
You let a ni*** disrespect you, but I can't
You might can turn the other cheek, but I can't
You suckers rockin' fake jewelry, but I can't
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can't

I'm on that rich ni*** shit, I drop some bread on that bitch
All these stones, man you'd think we're more than Fred in this bitch
I done shown this bitch so much, that I got scared of this bitch
She done seen so many mils I might go fed if she snitch
I need a mistress, the type to give me head 'til she sick
I told her, "please stop sucking on me," I was begging the bitch
I was worth like half a million when I came in this shit
I'm a eight figure ni*** now, I'm trained for this shit
Back to all these rocks on me, I look like Hov and Dame in this bitch
My life's a documentary, I feel like Game in this shit
So many of my partners turned state I'm so ashamed of my clique
But I can't never be a snitch, I'm too well-trained for this shit

They want me to apologize, but I can't
You can talk about homicides, but I can't
You pillow-talking to these bitches, but I can't
You niggas snitchin' on your partners, but I can't
You let a ni*** disrespect you, but I can't
You might can turn the other cheek, but I can't
You suckers rockin' fake jewelry, but I can't
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can't