The Showdown lyrics

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Ayo, she like me 'cause I'm a rare n*gga, breadwinner
Don't share with her, I ain't never been a caregiver
I tear livers with a I tear leathers with a Hair Trigger trigger
The scope? Focus on this fame
b*tch, I'm trying to get a clear picture
Was there with ya, a spare hit ya
With one hand, put the right to your head
Just like a pair of clippers
I walk in the room and hear whispers
Car so clean, when I drive this b*tch I like to wear slippers
I gave life to your chubby daughter, she bring me quarters
She showed me she loved me by sending money orders
Now our relationship, muddy waters
I learned this, if I treat her like sh*t, she gon' love me harder
I'm on a different level than them
That's probably why I had an incredible run
My ex b*tch call me, said she was done
Two years later, she's pregnant by a regular bum
Always knew cheddar would come
Like two minus three, b*tch
You was the negative one
Not to add to the fact, I went back in the trap
With a mac on my lap, getting bread in the slums
n*gga, this crack sh*t made us survivors
They gave us projects, that just made us able and wiser
When the work came, man, we ain't wait for the driver
Send a box to your house like a cable provider
Made an honour, drove to San Diego for dollars
No five-star hotels, we stayed at Ramada's
You can aim for the top, or wait at the bottom
Either way, you're gotta play it, money for the problems
Trust!