Character Flaw (feat. Lil Z)

Ayy, we from Killer City
Ayy, man
KC
Ayy, what's up?
Stand the fuck up
Yeah
Ayy, it's Lil C
Rico Ricardo, man
Rico Ricardo
Uh-huh
Haha
KC, stand the fuck up
Ayy, gun shedding was just a character flaw

Sometimes I wanna shut these niggas out
And shut these groupies off (Shut the fuck up)
I'm unavailable, get lost (Adiós)
Bitch, I'm a businessman, my time cost (Money, money)
And you should respect my gangster (Huh?)
I'm a collector, Mister Come And Get The Money
Hundred yard dash, Mister Run And Get The Money
It's a character flaw, if you wet, they'll say they're wetter (Wetter)
'Cause they jacking, if they knew better, they'd do better

Many reasons I'm here, but I'm sorry that I left
Lil C just got off the fucking prison bus
Made an oath to myself, was gon' do a song when he touched down
Yeah, I still sell dope, yeah, I still sniff around
From time to go in all up, dreaming of the Grammys
Don't got my digital in my hand, weighing up these grammies
Money over everything, except fucking family
Scars all over my body, they can't stand me
Ever since day one, I been about my day ones
Everybody ain't the same, nigga, that's the fucking game
I'm on the run right now, ain't did a fucking thing
Handcuff my body, but they can't get my mind, though
Only wish I got, I don't die before my mind blow
Had a dream that night I'm gonna get my mind blown
Wake up and this day out my mind blow
What's up with my body and my mind blown?

Sometimes I wanna shut these niggas out
And shut these groupies off (Shut the fuck up)
I'm unavailable, get lost (Adiós)
Bitch, I'm a businessman, my time cost (Money, money)
And you should respect my gangster (Huh?)
I'm a collector, Mister Come And Get The Money
Hundred yard dash, Mister Run And Get The Money
It's a character flaw, if you wet, they'll say they're wetter (Wetter)
'Cause they jacking, if they knew better, they'd do better

I'm a hustler, porch hoppin', mama was fed up
With a young shotta that was mobbin'
He was even robbin' to get his bread up
It's me against the world, fuck that, it's me and my nigga Rico
Cross game, close range, that rich aim singin' through your temple
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire and desire
Baby, it's a war outside, convicts to the coppers
Blocksters to the mobsters, jailbirds dreamin' they could fly away
I'm stackin' up this butter, I'ma hustle 'til my hip break
Practice makes perfect if it's perfect when this shit weigh
This celly gon' check, I snap your neck if my shit late
See, I can be cool as hell, spazzin', throw weight
Cuffed in the paddy wagon, shabba rags in two lanes
Bitch, I been the mack, side bitches got two mains
And they be spinnin' on the pole, got two names
Bitch, it's the Nelson Fam, it's Lil C, baby
Rico Ricardo, bosses and clowns

Sometimes I wanna shut these niggas out
And shut these groupies off (Shut the fuck up)
I'm unavailable, get lost (Adiós)
Bitch, I'm a businessman, my time cost (Money, money)
And you should respect my gangster (Huh?)
I'm a collector, Mister Come And Get The Money
Hundred yard dash, Mister Run And Get The Money
It's a character flaw, if you wet, they'll say they're wetter (Wetter)
'Cause they jacking, if they knew better, they'd do better
Sometimes I wanna shut these niggas out
And shut these groupies off (Shut the fuck up)
I'm unavailable, get lost (Adiós)
Bitch, I'm a businessman, my time cost (Money, money)
And you should respect my gangster (Huh?)
I'm a collector, Mister Come And Get The Money
Hundred yard dash, Mister Run And Get The Money
It's a character flaw, if you wet, they'll say they're wetter (Wetter)
'Cause they jacking, if they knew better, they'd do better