Motherfucker, don't play with me Play, play, play, play Play, play, play, play (women, don't play no games) I'm moving on, I'm getting paid I'm on my own, I had some space to deal with it I'm moving on, it's getting late Go and grab someone and find a

You must know that I'll follow you It's the same thing again, But it could become a problem if We don't deal with it now, I've not opened my mouth, Can you read my mind so easily? A feeling I've had many times before. I can't hold the fort, saying give

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the

I'm running low On your love You can see it in my eyes So swollen in time From crying I'm not dealing with myself I'm feeling inside out And I'm frightened I'm over-thinking everything

Used to take people's girl with me (Come here) See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete AP, got it on jet ski (Water) If I take a selfie then it's a wealthy (Rich) Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru) AP, got it on jet

Forged in the Black Country Under blood red skies We all had our dream to realize Driving in that transit Down to Holy Joe's Used to lose our head while metal flowed Nothing held us back or dared to try Something in our blood won't let us die We built

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life

I'm running low On your love You can see it in my eyes So swollen in time From crying I'm not dealing with myself I'm feeling inside out And I'm frightened I'm over-thinking everything

I've come way too far for this I've worked way too hard for this But we live in dark places, dark places Dark places I've put in too much work I've dealt with too much hurt I've dealt too much hurt People say I'm pissed off 'Cause I like to shit talk

What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to living big dog style and straight coasting Back when Cube, was rolling with Lorenzo in