Buddy - Ain't Fair Lyrics

Yeah, yo
Lifestyle of the young and the restless
Reckless slangin' marijuana to mescaline
Mama told me I shouldn't mess with them
But I confess them niggas some of my best friends
Back then daddy told me I couldn't trust them
Gotta get from 'round all the yes men
Had to adjust, when I'm alone is when I start to reflect
This shit got me all vexed
I'm wonderin' what's next
This just in, fucked a bitch in back of the Westin
I'm takin' the back streets
All this dirty money attract me
No I won't be given the scraps to these hoes
I'm packin' these shows in Japanese clothes
Leavin' LAX then I'm back at Heathrow
Oxtails soon as I'm back on Pico
Never pay attention to stats, too busy gettin' the racks
These niggas don't even be livin' they raps, nah
Lifestyle of the black and the rich in this bitch
You see this thing on my wrist, I'm the shit
When I was younger it was only a wish
Now I can't take a piss without somebody comin' takin' a pic
Poppin' bottles, rollin' up somethin fat with the hoes in the backstage
And drownin' my pain in the champagne
Got me reminiscin' on back in the day
Talkin' 'bout back in the day, back when we was baggin' it up
Had a lil' bit of money started stackin' it up
These days thought they would love to see me packin' it up, that's wassup
Took it from the hood to Hollywood, now I'm actin' up
Still have yet to meet another nigga that I could trust
Niggas stay throwin' salt, throwin' shots from the black trucks
And takin them shots like it's Starbucks
Ain't the only one had it hard, that end up breakin' the law
But that shit got me all emotionally scarred still I evolve
This for all my niggas low ridin' we got the bounce
This for all my niggas that's flockin', we in the house
This for all my niggas from Compton, we want it now
This for everybody, ayy

It ain't fair (fair)
Fair (fair), fair (fair), fair (fair)
Fair (fair) fair (fair)
Nah, it ain't fair (ain't fair)
Out here (out here), out here (out here)
Yeah, it ain't fair (fair)
Fair (fair), fair (fair), fair (fair)
Fair (fair) fair (fair)
Nah, it ain't fair (ain't fair)
Out here (out here), out here (out here), out here (out here)

Yeah
Lifestyle of the super ghetto fellow
Hell or heaven, seventh letter predecessors
They can never, another level
Never settle, I embody Makaveli
I get better, I get better, I get better, I get better
I been dancin' with the devil, goddammit I said it
Takin' drugs and etcetera singin', Figaro Figaro
Watch me finger roll up the Kush
No, I'm not gonna pass
I kiss it right off the glass on that ass
I got some homies from the hood that'll blast on that ass
I got some bitches poppin' up from the past tryna smash me
They don't know I was down bad just last week
Mama hit me up and she asked me

Say, baby, whatcha gon' do about it?
Tell me whatcha gon' do about it
Baby, whatcha gon' do about it?
Tell me whatcha gon' do about it
Baby, whatcha gon' do about it?
Tell me whatcha gon' do about it
Tell me whatcha gon' do about it
Tell me whatcha gon' do

Uh, uh
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
Mmm, I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
Whatcha gon' do about it?
Whatcha gon' do about it?

Yeah, yo
The beat got me hypnotized
Scrollin' through my Twitter timeline desensitized
All I see is bad bitches and hoes
Rap niggas with dough
While the hood gettin' gentrified, shit
Open ya eyes open the blinds look outside
And watch as the dry leaves catch fire

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high