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