inside you They've been there forever--just show them some light I need to tell you the truth I need to speak my mind Sometimes the truth brings pain Your pain will heal in time
up the camera Let?s get to the action You go hit the lights I'll set up the camera Let?s get to the action I've been thinkin' ?bout this for some time
Now let's get to the action You go hit the lights, I'll set up the camera Now let's get to the action I've been thinking about This for some time I
want you to, take your time and be one with the road I need you to turn your system up right now If this ain't knockin in your system you need to get
the top spot When you're breakin' me down, just like a chop shop Cuttin' like some blades on a caddy That's how you're workin' me, daddy Every time you
I'll still rub my big ass dick on her clit Get her hooked, wanna be mine, I need some money If she ain't kicking in all the time she don't want me Hoes
til niggas droppin? and fallin? off the fuckin' block Some niggas doin? good and some niggas on crack rocks Some of these niggas make a betta livin? in the game Some
daylight, haven't shaved And they can say what they like, they just hate me Cause I never let 'em have a go on my PlayStation (piss off) They said I'm fat I need
up yeah and you cant get drastic everybody knows that your fake and your plastic so please don't come with that wack shit sound boy I think you need
runnin' out of cliches, I'm gettin' writer's block (Psyche) Man, get the bozak We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flavor) Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go catch some
love me? Do you need me? Tell me the truth this time Do you love me? Do you need me? Can I still call you mine? Soft lights and quiet music forgets your name Some
edge of eternity Dead air time is all you say you're hearing Well that shows how much you don't comprehend Cause it's not in the loud but in the quiet
I've been sittin' back quiet Watchin' as my spirit fades As all of my attempts to do rightly Get treated like some kind of terrorist raids Maybe I ask
Piss I Wasn't Born Rich When I Be Writing I'm As Hungry As A Model Bitch She Got The Fattest Ass They Got The Hottest Look Leaving Wit 8 Bitches I Need Some
Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs I'm probably on some government
tote steel, I still tote steel I still, ha I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill All my hustlers keep quiet