Lil B – Aint Gon Pick Up lyrics

(phone rings)
Man, who is this?
This shit don't ever stop ringing, man

Check it

[Verse 1]
The bitch call my phone like I won't go out
I'm still rounding up these bitches, placking them at the hoe house
I feel so bitter, my mind is a cold winter
I never seen that bitch again and, no, I won't miss her
All this fake manipulation, that past shit, that hoe shit
You can't see, what you can't fuck bitch
The door open
I can't be your n**ga, and I can't be your man
I feel like I'm too good for these scareless ass bitches
You can call me hurt, betrayed, and I been played
My stomach hurt, my back hurt, and I can't sleep
Sometimes I feel like I got Chrones disease
The devil got a hold on me, btich
I need some roses please, these bitches trying to fold me
I ain't doing 50 years for no lyin-ass bitch
Look at the Central Park 5 wrote the book about us
These bitches is lying

[Chorus]
I ain't go pick up
Nah, I ain't go pick up
Nobody gives a fuck so I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I ain't go pick up
Bitch, I ain't go pick up
N**ga, I ain't go pick up
Nobody gives a fuck so I don't give a fuck

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm going to go take that red pill
Fuck going to work
Man, I'm going to go quit my job
I really want to be myself
Do what the fuck you want, that's real wealth
They gonna burn in hell, peevs in the cells
Don't forget the hell, the pain, and the smells
Memories, all that hurt make me sick to my stomach
How the fuck you move on from the pain last summer? I don't live with regret but
I got respect for myself at best
Remember the pictures when you was a kid
It's crazy, but for all the hell that I lived
Somebody better pay the price
My n**ga it just don't feel right
I know I got a plan, and we all exist
We was born into slavery
On this matrix exist
Get your money young n**ga
Keep the love that's sent
But still fuck a bitch, easy shit

[Chorus]