Lights Out

Yeah, yeah

Back…

On the set

Abracadabra

I fluff up the batter

I don’t wanna get fatter

Girl, what’s the matter?

You know you way badder

I only concerned cuz family matters

Move out the way, I climb up the ladder

BOOM!!!

Comin in hot, ready or not

Rushing the block, connecting the dots

They gonna feel my brutality, I want that spirituality, reality, I’m back and I’m ready for more

Wait a minute…

I can see it now…

First they say I’m never gonna make it, then when I make it, they say that I faked it, well I did fake it, I faked how good I really was(They don’t wanna see me win, I don’t wanna see em at my table)

Yeah, yeah

Lights out, Lights out

Knockout, Boy Scout

Crash out, they begin to pout

They wanna pout, so I knock them out

Yeah, it gets pretty annoying when…

I tell a girl I love her, but she chooses a druggie instead

My demeanor is humble, I don’t really care if she want an inbred

I’d rather choose a woman with discipline, no flags are red

I want someone who telling the truth, not a guy, but talks with the fed(Myron Gaines)

See what I mean?

It’s funny…

I’m wasting my time trying to bust my butt

I want nutrition, I don’t want Pizza Hut

Getting closer to God, controlling my lust

Thank you God, help me to trust my gut

Yeah, last name ever, first name greatest

I’m a sprained ankle, I ain’t nothin to play with

Started off in a small town, but thanks to haters, I know Rick Ross on a first name basis(Maybach Music)

Yeah, baby, back in business

Back in business, working for wishes, you washing the dishes, you ain’t gonna like my journey, but at least you’re gonna witness

Yeah, man, thank you God for these blessings

Yeah, yeah

Stay disciplined, it’s a cold world out there

Stay hard