I Don't Talk To The Groupies. I

Me, My Niggas And Some Madonna Hoes That Look Just Like Virgins But Trust They Down To Go.

I Used To Always Crack Jokes In Class. I Was A Good Liar And A Good Talker. I Was Just Good. I Was My Father's Son. I Was Slick. When It Comes To Knowing What To Say, To Charm, I Always Had It.

Nickel For My Thoughts, Dimes In My Bed. Quarters Of The Kush Shape The Lines In My Head.

You Ain't The Only One That's Tryna Be The Only One.

Good Is Always A Good Thing.