Clumsy - Cash Kidd

Damn, Machu, why’d you have to do 'em like that?

Yeah

I put my heart in your hands, you got clumsy

Gave some people a little fame and they said fuck me

You know I’ll give you my last, it’s just money

Know I’ma make it back, everybody ain’t that lucky

I’m at my shit at all times, they can’t touch me

If I crash out, without a doubt, it was my brodie

It was my dawg, he got envious, set up me

It was my broad, she got in her feelings, said fuck me

I don’t like to meet new friends 'cause I love D

I’m gon'

I know one thing

I keep reminiscin', creepin' down that one street

I gotta make sure Mar-Mar straight, so it’s fuck sleep

I gotta make sure lawyers paid, you know how that be

They picked bro up for a murder, he know that’s beat

Gang put in all them years, can’t smile no more

I can’t hold 'em back, got tears on the microphone

Sorry Marc, I need a line, I had to ask you

I ain’t tell him I was fucked up, that was my last few

Long as I got it, I’ll give it to you, I’ll be glad to

I’ll do whatever to see you happy, I’m sick of bad news

I just checked my account, ooh, I’m grateful

How you switch on the gang? Ooh, I hate you

Everything for a reason, I’m thankful

I’d trade it all just to see the smile on your face rule

I’d trade it all just to start over, runnin', get up together

In and out the 'spital, keep havin' problems with my blood pressure

I peep the envy, I’m havin' problems with my own section

Hop out, trippin', button on the stick like an umbrella

No handouts, this wisdom come from my own lessons

Cross my fingers when I told her we forever

My new bitch rich, my ex fuckin' with point Dexters

She be tryna bang my music, but he won’t let her

I got ninety-nine problems, a bitch ain’t one

I got ninety-nine hollows, it’s gon' take one

Put my niggas onto fraud, fuck the bank up

Gave her back to the streets, don’t bring her name up

Your bitch cute, I’m tryna fly from Bay to the 6

She know she fuckin' with a P like day twenty-six

Know you seen me with the gnat, but I ain’t with the bitch

Know you think I’m

but I came with the stick

I put my heart in your hands, you got clumsy

Gave some people a little fame and they said fuck me

You know I’ll give you my last, it’s just money

Know I’ma make it back, everybody ain’t that lucky

I’m at my shit at all times, they can’t touch me

If I crash out, without a doubt, it was my brodie

It was my dawg, he got envious, set up me

It was my broad, she got in her feelings, said fuck me