Too many faces, too many faces, too many faces Yeah, what's your definition of success? (Ayy!) I don't trust the thoughts that come inside my head (woo!) I don't trust this thing that beats inside my chest Who I am and who I wanna be cannot connect; why?

Okay now, why you wanna go and do that, do that? Sometimes I say that I'm the best, I guess I had to prove that You know I had to cop that mansion on the hill and pull that You know I don't rely on 8 balls, no, I never pulled that You know I always like

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Not when I'm 23 That's where I wanna be I'm just a single man (yeah) 'Cause that's what a young nigga do (what I do) Switchin' lanes, actin' a fool Got the fitted hat to the back neck froze and I'm iced up (not when I'm 23) Not when I'm 23 Don't need no

I'm running, running Got me running, running, ooh Now I'm running for my life Been too many miles Tryna find the road to you 'Cause you, you just wanna drive With no place in mind Where the hell we going to, oh? I just can't ignore it

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Either you're going to lose your mind People where the weather suits my clothes Tears rolling all down from my eyes Woman you must be stone down crazy Yes I said baby you must be stone crazy Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so dirty baby You must

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

That we are No man is an island, this I know But can't you see? Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone Black flies on the windowsill And I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go my own way Would I have to

Gerald what you so sad for? Why the hell you got the blues? Everybody wanna be in your shoes Everything ain't that bad Name a reason that you got to be mad Man stop acting like a bitch Forgot you're all famous now and rich? Gerald what the fuck is wrong,