No More.

I should've left a long time ago You don't trust me, shit, I ain't even mad

I fuck all kinda hoes Got a girl, but sneaky-linking

With my baby mama though We popping plan B's

Like my daughter ain't in the other room Never seen no grease with hair nets

But he be servin' food Searchin' for some peace in life

Ten thousand on a pinky ring Look like a piece of ice

Forty thousand on a couple chains He worth two bricks of white

Got so many loved ones in the grave, I might just spend the night

Got so many loved ones turn to haters guess they ill-advised

Got so many times I thought I made it Guess it wasn't my time