'Cause I hit 'em wida 'Cause I, 'cause I hit 'em 'Cause I hit 'em wida, check Hit 'em wida, wida, wida, hit, hit, em, em, wida Wida, agen wida, wida

Ladies and gentlemen All that lil' slick shit, all that lil' fake ass shit Man I be readin' that shit, man Y'all don't really fuck with me, ayy, ayy, ayy You don't really fuck with me So stop actin' like you fuck with me 'Cause I ain't gon' act like I

'Cause you've been running circles 'round My mind, turning me inside out And I fell for you but hit the ground 'Cause the only love I've known has let me Down and I need lifting up Now you ain't here I'm sleeping rough And I'm praying I can pray enough

Just pass the just cigarette And take these brain cells out my head 'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter And I feel much better And demons wave the white flag for me Still my bones keep pleading to walk out From all of this fall out So I don't

6LACK, yeah Curiosity been at a all-time high in the tree tops I remix your life like cut cocaine, it's all re-wrap Ain't been wanting much lately, no, 'cause you my detox Repeat, run it back, one more time, 'til we hit the sweet spot Bet if we made love

(You're on fire) (You're on fire) Yeah That's how you know you're on a roll 'Cause when you're hot, it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold You need to stop, drop, and roll 'Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow You

I’m taking it, taking it, they ain’t giving it I put my life on the line I roll them dice and I'm fine They ain't giving it, I'm taking it I’m taking it, taking it, I need all that shit 'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it If I just went in and

I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme These people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin' I don't take shit from no one

Now this is all that we have left You were supposed to save me From myself The wall that I have built to keep you out is starting to rust Because everything around me just reminds me of us. I am an addict for dramatic, black hair and pale skin. Yet I'm

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but