Turn all the lights on! A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah A-a-a-a-a-a-a I need some lights, it's way too dark Oh yeah I'm going in They need to turn up the lights Put your hands up if you're going hard Okay okay I'm with my friends Let the party begin

When you shoot across the sky like a broken arrow It's so hard to keep yourself on the straight and narrow It's all I've got Yeah when you hit the ground It's hard to get to heaven when your falling hell bound Every break, every burn, every toss, every

Yeah, Southside I go nuts on Southside Beats Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick A hundred racks a show, get on the

So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real 'Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwin' sticks and stones I'm never gonna give you up I'll be there when the storm comes We can cut each other to the bone Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard

True love, If I could get it back, yeah True love, it was mine oh mine True love, is an inspiration And I could've had it all, could've had it all True love, I know I had it True love, was so hard to find I'd never let it go this time Never let it go,

Have you seen Miss Ida be? Who you gonna let walk in and take my place? Hello world Hello world, yeah She's a coffee colored brown And she looked something like a Japanese I love you, Miss Ida be, yeah And I just can't, I just can't hardly keep it in I

I'ma hustle 'til my last breath I'll be a fighter 'til the end, 'til my last breath I got angels all around me, yeah, yeah I got love all around me, yeah, yeah I was so hardheaded at first My grandma didn't even believe in me I kept goin' though All I

Lay it on to the dawn Everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone I was born in this hotel Washin' dishes in the sink Magazines and free soda Tryin' hard not to think She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah Comin' back from the

I think they scared of us, yeah I think they scared of us I think they scared Escobar season begins Black Kemet gods, black Egyptian gods Summoned from heaven, blessed, dressed in only Goyard Homie go hard like stole and rob it in a stolen car Shoot the

Jus' to redeem your love that's exactly what I need I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt (Its kinda hard sayin' this shit to ya face) (So I do it over snares and bass) (Music take me away) Yeah yeah its kinda hard sayin' this shit to ya face So I do