Chorus When the lights went dim, I wondered then, If you were capable of finishin, Without getting your feelings in, This situation, And come out hattin men, Yeah it’s true that we done fucked and shit, But that don’t make a relationship, Can we get along, In the same home, When I’m touring my song, What you gone do when you’re all alone, Im thinking on the phone, Your living out your fantasies, You don’t really want no plans wit me, You just want a main squeeze, But I’m a man baby, So understand when I say that we, Just friends, And it all depends, I aint ready for a commitment, You want more than I can give, I aint gotta change the way that I live, Just because of one night, When we held each other too tight, Now you wanting me to change everything that I do, to make you, Feel alright, Move your stuff in my crib, Girl you better know who the hell I is, I aint got time for the way you live, And I don’t give a damn who the hell you miss, Chorus Don’t’ chase me, Hate me baby, But you will never break me, That’s right VII You act like, You wanna be my wife, Calling me every single day and night, I guess you just wanna make it right, But where I once was blind now I have sight, And I can see, You aint trying to me with me, You want the benefits of riding on a team wit me, I’m kind of mad that you even trying to scheme on me, Hattin every single girl that you seen wit me, It seems to me, If you was real then you wouldn’t have to feel, The way that you feel, You ill, And your macking still, Lacks, I aint blinded by the cat, Infact, You aint even cute since all them cats hit that, With your nasty gap, Saying that it’s me for the rest of your life, But I can’t turn a hoe into a house wife, So, Consider me one of the many to hit, If you wanna be loved you need to straighten you shit, And find yourself a new man, Cause I can’t, And I’m sick of you saying I can, I’m a say it again, Leave me the hell alone, Yeah I boned, But no more telephone, Calls, Telling me your apauled, That I’m gone, Girl you better leave me lone, Chorus

Get Used To It Chorus You aint heard of me before, Get Used To It You don’t even like my flow, Get Used To It Now they screaming R.O., Get Used To It Every place that I go, Get Used to It Verse I I’m the coldest shit Notice is Nigga came in to take over the bitch Hold his lip No no no when I spit May not like what I’m doing but you know who it is Hold this dick How bold it gets Ha Chu my flow sick Nothing gone hold it back Evidently Simply Control the facts Where you at It’s black and white Royce Diamond yes you like Fight the feeling wont get you through Despite the villain wont a million too Dealing through what I love and lust Wont the best baby roll with us Plus plush must brush Every little thing that I fucking touch Such a gluten and I’m bound to prove it Don’t have to like what I’m doing but you better Get Used To It, Chorus VII Gone head mothafucka hate me now Break me down To the funky sounds Bitch wanna drop like we was doing the doggy style Call it out R.O. YC E D Niggaz wanna hurt me murder me Aint even seen a third of me Absurd to me Hot like third degree These beats is like a bird to me I’m a push this shit Till I’m cushioned in A limo stretched with urything Blurting my name While I’m sipping champagne A little bit of conceit will keep me deep in my game Reeking with fame Better believe I get a piece of the dream I got this thing And you better Get Used To It, Chorus Hot shit My hits Get them fucking hoes droppin They wanna know how far it goes and tell them there’s no stopping I’m popping with raw shit Off like them bra’s get Floss it flawless Number one on ya’ll list Ballers and pimps dawg being playing my cuts And ladies and tramps is loving my stuff Trust This nigga gone blow the roof Ya’ll need some golden proof To hold it too True They do Mold a few But I leave them niggaz vulnerable They want a do Everything prone to do A song or two Might get through it I got this thing on lock Better Get Used To It. Chorus

Gold Chorus They aint nothing but Every place I go You got yo own man, you got yo own plans, you got yo own dreams, Gold diggin for bills Verse I I seen little Mama working her hips She wanna know how much dough, that the twirking a get Thirstin for shit She could never afford Thinking a boy Gone break the bank To hit the stank Aint you heard before I don’t spend Forget what I’m riding baby and if it’s sitting on rims Eyes a pretty as gems Yeah you cute as fuck But aint nobody cute enough to give up half my stuff Bust And I leave Trust that I be Living up to the rep of the R O Y C Plus wit my greed You lust for my cheese Be some OJ shit before the end of the week She was like Papi Can you buy me a drink Mocha complected Perfected perception Nothing less than platinum links Minks And everything distinct But Diamond was designed for queens not Chorus VII She saw me on stage rockin Rhymes I’m droppin Figga I’d be the next Nigga poppin Coppin a brand new Benz Rolling wit new friends And mo zeros than she could ever extend She saw colored Lois purses Ice she could purchase And I’m the kind of nigga she figga she could work wit She deserved So she started a plan It’s hard to pretend The heart of a fan You gone get your artist revenge I’m smarter than them You off of the hook I’m off of hinge I’m a playa you off of the bench Wit a hint of innocence Trying to get paid fucking wit a pimp You don’t know what you in for Let me be your mentor When you get broke then you know who to send for And we’ll explore your options of mackin But you getting money from me simply will not happen You little Chorus Bridge They just beautiful black Women, Brazilian American African Latin Sicilian Fly colored Asians Bi-racial that are killing All after the empire I’m building V III You know you wanna be thugged Wanna be fucked By niggaz that shine and wear nice stuff Them Midwest balling type niggaz that’s ruff Take to the spot and we can dance in the club Wash you up In a bubble bath Put you on to the world and let you hustle cash When you think that life is moving too fast Put you down on all fours and work yo back We dem niggaz in yo head when you sleep at night That piss you off with all the girls that you think we like I can tell by your eyes that you gone freak tonight So go home and tell your girls that I treat you right You fucking Chorus

Ghetto Love Chorus Now I might fuck that boosie braud I might take her to the movies ya’ll But I know who we are It’s that Ghetto love for me And ya’ll might see us in the mall I’m a get her out that Gucci bra But I know who we are It’s that Ghetto love for me Verse I like em brown skin, light, thin, All of em fine And the new fenominom White chics wit behinds I don’t discriminate unless she ain’t been in the grind Cause I’m tired of trying to teach a bitch how to survive, My latin Mami’s put to much food on my plate, And I’m Papi whenever she be wanting her way, Her attitude so sick if I don’t keep shit straight, But I keep her cause I ain’t got to clean my place, My ghetto love keep me laced in the flyest kicks, And she’s always on some thugged out hip hop shit When we fuck she’s on some thugged out hip hop shit, Yeah I respect her but I often call her a bitch, Fights is endless and over the dumbest things, She’s my Queen and I’m a be her hip hop King, She seen, Face Off and now she’s like Gina Gershon, Priceless to me but niggaz call her a dime, Blinded by this, Thighs or so thick, Mind is so gone, Condoms won’t fit, I just won’t it, Chunky Donkey, Babby gurl got the kind of thighs that keep a nigga hungry, My only whenever she be trying to flip, Only chic to benefit if I get rich, cause I’ll flip the script on that boosie bitch cause she can’t feel or understand none of my music and that’s why Chorus VII She’s got a nice tone Hit me like lights on, Butter soft skin like I’m on bone, I’m so gutter but I might moan, Especially if it’s all night long, That’s the sex, I don’t care what ya’ll be on, I need a hood chic that can hold my throne, She knows the blocks to well, Hood too good, Intelligent, understands where she misunderstood, What niggaz, they can’t see, And bitches they can’t read, She’s The only Choice for me, She’s my nigga, my dawg, my drinking buddy, The first one to call you out when you think you’re gully, You can’t control her, she done lost her mind, Yeah she’s crazy but she don’t fuck with the Diam, Meaning me mothafucka cause she knows the time, And I don’t close no doors when she’s out of line, Cause in a couple of hours she’ll be sipping my wine, Flipping through my channels repeating my rhymes, Pillow talking with me trying to flip this grind, She’s my possession niggaz don’t waste your time, I got my Dr’s on the the side but I love this braud, And that boosie ass bitch she was just a fascade, I need her real to the blood line to carry my seed, And if niggaz clap, my ghetto love will clap for me, That’s why Chorus VIII I wanna crush to the break of Dawn, Cause she’s XXL Eye candy Jameica page 21, Out of her means is everything she seems to want, Boosie as fuck rocking that Louis Veton, But my ghetto love is grounded so she cooks my meals, What I get, what I want, what I like, when I feel, And dawg, you know I tell her thanks for that, Sit back and watch a movie like I’m gangsta rap, All of my niggaz treat her like she’s one of the crew, Cause she cooks for my people whenever they come through, What it is, what it do, She’s my boo? She’s my boo, But it still piss me off when she calls the studio, Acting like we never argued about that befo, But she’s got my back, So I deal with that, And hold her down when she feels like crap, I give her something that’s realer than rap, I got sixteen bars but I’ll spend sixteen more years with that, But the music don’t stop, hip hop’s my first love, And Baby Gurl she know’s what’s up, I keep my money on my mind, my dime don’t get a cut, But I still gotta keep her plush, That boosie bitch is so fine and dawg I wanna fuck, But she’s never gonna break us up, Bridge Chorus Outro

4 Years Strong I was depressed when I was with her Depressed when I ain’t And I confess that I abused her But not how you thank It wasn’t fist to her lips It’s what I did to her brain And I a lot of foul shit that left her living in pain When I look back, I don’t know how she could live with it mane, And when she left she said her love still was feeling the same, But dang, I hate her and I love her, I’m so confused, And word is bond I almost road and fucking smoked her dude, But If I kill him, I’d probably have to kill her too, Cause if I see them together, I don’t know what I would do, Shewed, I’m tripping Thinking how I could make this change, Cause I realize that she’s no longer feeling the same, Man forget it, why bother, it ain’t that I can’t, My conscience telling me I should for my next good thang, But nigga fuck it, I blew it, just call it a night, I already been through it, she done ruined that life, I never dreamed of being married but wanted her as my wife, And a couple of little kids she would look just like, Despite, When we was together it wasn’t always the greatest, But shit, we was together like I already stated, My people telling me move on, Nigga I tried, But these other beautiful women don’t appeal to my eye, Cause they don’t have her style or her vibe even, I’ve been cut that deep and I ain’t even bleeding, I blame me and I blame her for leaving, I stuck through all her shit, She left me for the same reasons, Said we ain’t even, Been together for the last nine months, Why she stunt, I’ve been paying her fucking bills for one, And them clothes that she want, For that job, When her ass was broke, I gave her that money she never asked me fo, So go ahead, spread your lies, I hope you happy though, But if anybody ever come and ask the bro, I think you’re a fake, a phony, a liar, a dumb, a dumb hoe, I said that out of anger, I don’t mean that though, I mean I do, and I don’t, But what the fuck you on, His three weeks beat out my four years strong.

Problems Wit Love pt. 1 You ever feel like You don't know who you are any more Me personally Verse I got a problem wit love It aint cause I'm thug I'm just a nigga that's fucked up And don't trust My motto is fuck hur And I don't care what you busters Do wit yo chic’s Cause every bitch Knows what's up Cause of The one that touched bruah Them sad cuts Still aint healed up That much Massive Anger feels me But I still need the pussy So I'm fuckin wit all these bitches never mean nothing to me I'm takin back to 96 like this is 02 No other nigga make you feel like I'm known to So fuck my ego and yo crew You know you my boo And I choose To give you the nigga you fell in love to Plus dude Values what we had before So I'm standing on stage hopping you'll be at my show But another day with long nights Another song I'm gone write I'm wishing you the best in your own life Cause Pre chorus I tried it Couldn't fight it Now I just want to get back to me Back into the man I used to be Chorus You know I'm trying to let you go but you my baby You know the first woman pregnant with my baby Nigga say I'm tripping but you my baby At home one I'm feeling like all baby Repeat VII I got a problem wit love I'm holding a grudge I'm feeling like you holding me up And maybe you know that you was Every couple of weeks you give me a buzz Fronting to your friends like you were noble as fuck And what? I guess I ruined this shit all on my own If that's the truth Then why the fuck do you Keep calling my phone 40 mins out your way driving by my home If you going then why don't you get get get gone Said you want to be mentioned girl in one of my songs Well here it is, I hope this is what you won't And I aint know for being the nicest mothafucka around But I heard your little story how I beat you down You's a lie, you know how fucking weak you sound 26 acting like you're 16 wit me now And maybe some how some way this is all my fault But I got 99 problems, I'm a dust you off Pre chorus Chorus Outro