Look me in my face, won't you? Look me in my eyes, won't you? You ain't feeling great, are you? In that case then, I don't want you Hey, oh Yeah
Look at me Streets been glad at me Gratitude given the love been fantastic Attitude vivid, I run and y'all panic Can run with the rough You niggas is plastic Hustle backwards a bad factor in fact I track a chapter From great times you had it Girbaud and iced out colorful canvas S class finesse fast double my cashes So and so And dust to ashes Funeral fit clean death check the fabric I come quick like some neck with talent Pump the vehic's Spark a wood to 3 6 I'm in a league of my own Breathe on a bead Imma leave it alone (alone) Little old me Get the fees and he gone Believe I've been reading it wrong
Oh my God I bet y'all wanna live my life I'm the young Earnheart Hit curbs when I bang them rights A-Rod when hit them strikes Snoop Dogg when I hit that pipe Based God when I wear them tight- Jeans Young Peglord Pop shit, catch a crime scene Pussy nigga on my dick like a high beam Double barrel on my hip, I'm Bison Two hits, one round, I'm Tyson No bank, just cash I'm priceless We not the same Bet you will see The guns come together like intimacy Who gave a fuck? Never did we Peggy on bat Then imma flee, hm
Look me in my face, won't you? Look me in my eyes, won't you? You ain't feeling great, are you? In that case then, I don't want you Look me in my face, won't you? Look me in my eyes, won't you? You ain't feeling great, are you? In that case then, I don't want you Hey, oh
