N.S.I.M.

If she ignores you in her prime, then ignore her in her decline

Stop chasing after bitches boys, cut off all the wine and dine

Yeah, she fine but swear to god, I know you'll find another dime

Wonder why I like to rhyme I just confide into my mic

My sister told me that she left him, told her "well, it's about time"

Looking at my wrist like money bag today, your boy got time

Focus on this music, want that money cause I want what's mine

And yeah I keep the heat but swear there ain't no street in me motherfucker

Yeah, these rappers get them a deal and get them a gun so they think they're gangster

Flexing on the internet, should put them over my knee and spank them

All the game I gave away you'd think them broke boys would be thankful