| This a Faided beat |
| I wake up and I pray every mornin' |
| Yeah |
| I wake up, cop this pape' every mornin' |
| It’s all up in they face, they can’t ignore it, huh |
| I’m in another state with four blowers |
| You ever think I’m lackin', go for it, nigga |
| I’m tryna dodge the hook like no course, ayy (Ayy) |
| Kidd, why you take them killers on tour with you? |
| Why P trippin'? Try and catch him a gnat |
| Got the hook on my ass like my pants come from Guess |
| Fall in love with a freak, nah, I was never was that |
| Know I’m pushin' P like a pregnancy test |
| Niggas broke, actin' like they kingpins |
| You hangin' with a scared nigga like the Tin Man (Scared) |
| I just took another sip of drank, it kicked in |
| Can’t believe you actin' like a stranger, since when? |
| Fuck it, I’ma get another bitch then |
| Boss her up and move her in this big crib |
| Irreplaceable, you think you irreplaceable |
| I will hate to go, but fuck you, bitch, I can’t take no more |
| Mama said, «Take it slow,» I’d rather move on, can’t fake the flow |
| Irreplaceable, you think you irreplaceable |
| About a hundred hoes on my texts now |
| I ran it up, I’m playin' with a check now |
| Them niggas that was hatin', gettin' whacked still |
| I really should’ve changed, but I’m like that still |
| I don’t believe in words you say, dork |
| I do believe I met your bitch before (I met that bitch) |
| They sayin', «Kidd the one that got the torch» (Kidd on fire) |
| My tape ain’t got no misses, it’s divorced (Ayy) |
| Spin a nigga block, just me and Swine, we in a Porsche |
| Had to leave my cellphone at the crib, I’m tryna score (I'm tryna score) |
| He stuntin' in that old 'Cat, that’s my pet peeve |
| Pointers on my hand like the Nightmare on Elm Street |
| Niggas think they cool now, but wasn’t LD |
| She want a picture, bitch, go watch MLB |
| Big ass Glock with no safety, where it’s eerie |
| Just had to treat my new bitch like my last freak |
| Irreplaceable, you think you irreplaceable |
| I will hate to go, but fuck you, bitch, I can’t take no more |
| Mama said, «Take it slow,» I’d rather move on, can’t fake the flow |
| Irreplaceable, you think you irreplaceable |