We The Best Music Please, Khaled, don't pair me or compare me Unless the said party is a rare breed The stories I hear, they tend to mirror me At this point now, rap is only therapy President Push, I'm more Eric B I ain't no joke, check out my melody

Baby, baby, baby, light my way Baby, baby, baby Ultraviolet Oh, come on Ultraviolet (oh) Sometimes I feel like I don't know Sometimes I feel like checkin' out I want to get it wrong

What a shame when a thang blast at ya 'Cause you're lame you're a dame slash actor These dudes are ho's from screws to toes They choose to go bass ackwards Mange Strusic! Bang bou yitch! Follow me now see, check it out I say: this song is dedicated to

Fashion shit check, cashing shit check I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check Rap shit check, foreign shit check Realest nigga in it, already know Got trapper of the year 4 times in

I know perfect timing feels like I'm too late Check me out And I know I'm still great in spite of my mistakes You know it's authentic, every rhyme I say My only regret is I made niggas wait See, ain't too many like us, we like vintage Bape And I don't

Leave me fucking lonely You know me, and honestly I'm better without ya Don't you got me checking on my phone by the hour Baby, I'm hoping and praying My knees weak, I'm shaking 'Cause you know that I always needed saving Now I'm fucking lonely, and you

I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me (check it out) Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out) Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me (check it out) Shawty gon' get on top of me You know what I'm saying? Yeah, me and my homie We do this shit

I don't know, no What you do? I never want it to ever be over I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur Check out my jiggy, check out my (uh) Oh no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on You short

Spinnin' bottles, spinnin' bottles Will it end? Nobody knows Spinnin' rooms, spinnin' wheels, spinnin' out of control She's waiting, praying, that he don't drive tonight She's pacing the floor, she's checking the time Wondering how the glow with that

All the way down Let it ride Trying everything now Gotta check it out Got to get off! Out on the street The summer heat Boys playing games Changing their names