Stylin - Little Brother, OH No

I was that chubby kid, I ain’t talk too much

And even though I could I never use that crutch

It’s funny when you’re older, makin' moves and such

How people find a way to get in your clutch

And they do touch and rub some nigga foul

Thinkin' shit gravy cause you seen me smile

I’m givin' up inches, you want the whole mile

And when I tell 'em, «Stop» that’s when hoes get wild

Flood the in box, constant calls comin' in

I hit the «Back» button and she callin' me again

I’m thinkin' out loud, «When is this gon' end?»

Will you ever get the message, I don’t wanna be your friend

I don’t want to have a talk, I got nothin' to say

You actin' real immature, go somewhere and play

Told the baby, «Break out» like Chad or Shay

Yes Poobie is for real, it would make my day

But first you get money stylin'

Get fame wildin'

Bitches start wowin'

Niggas start pilin'

Then niggas start wowin'

Bitches start pilin'

Get fame stylin'

Make money wildin'

Niggas get mad start stylin' on you

Bitches get mad start wowin' on you

Make a lil' money they start pilin' on you

Get a lil' fame they start wowin' on you

I ain’t never had a dollar to my name, fuck fame

Get a lil' bit people around you start to change

Palms reachin' out, speakin' 'bout what they did

We was both down and out now the situation big

You supposed to be my nig

It will never be the same

We both pointin' fingers at each other placin' blame

You on that David Blane

I’m on a higher plain

A blow to the people who don’t know what’s insane

A motherfuckin' shame how this whole thing turned

We had to end it homie before somebody got burned

I hate this kind of lesson, find myself second guessin'

The burden here is lessened, experience earned

And before this take a turn for the worse

I think it’s in both our best interest if we go again disperse

I know what you thinkin', but homie the truth hurts

I never thought gettin' this bread would be a curse

But

Now Rock City’s tryin' to get that cake

See I was raised in the burbs with the birds and the snakes

So at an early age I had to learn everybody’s mistake

So by now everybody can call me the great

It’s Oh No

No

With more signs than skitzos

Niggas let them lips go, that leaves their lids blown

And homie I’m gettin' blown so y’all can get gon'

Can’t hang around me dawg so we don’t get along

And shows with hoes, it’s no damn difference

They beyond overthrow but no bullshittin'

There’s only one ride

And then they gettin' dropped off

So when they start wildin', pssst, please you can walk off

Now put that in your Coach’s knockoff and bag it up

And add it to my roach’s up in Oxnard

They always knew me like they think they do

They thought they knew

Shit I’m doin' it big with Pooh