Say it loud and clear For the whole wide world to hear I got the right To make up my mind So turn up the drum Yeah, we must have different shoes on We're marching to a different beat So baby put your boots on Keep marching to a different beat

You been scarred too deep, I can tell I can tell, yeah I can tell Baby what's the hold up I tried to hold it down I ain't worried 'bout you bitch, ayy On foe 'nem Uno said on bro 'nem Love scars, love scars, love scars

Everything high end (high end) High end, yeah You know, what we doin' I'm set, slatt, set, gang, set I'm on a high end (jet) I'm 'bout to fly in (set) Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt) I was just glidin' (I was just glidin')

I had her on ice, but then Blue faces, I got blue diamonds, blue tint, yeah Look who I'm fuckin' again I watched the ice get thin Now, does she sink or swim? Double my price again Top of the charts, back in they hearts Nigga, he strikes again, whoa Some

Yeah, I lose it Girl, I lose it I don't think you know what you're doing to me You got my heart skip-skipping a beat You're not close enough so that space between You and me, let's lose it The way you're dancing, swaying to the music Girl, that body and

We're just getting warmed up Going down out here Just getting started Already fired up, yeah this party Ain't nothing like it round here Another double shot of crazy in cup Yeah we're just getting warmed up But we're just getting warmed up

Said I'm tryna break off a piece of mind Da, da, da, da I can feel again A piece of mind that I can't get right A piece of mind, my heart's on my side At least I learned a thing or two (yeah) About me and you (yeah) What we went through (yeah) Won't be

When they talk about me they say I be tripping (yeah) What they say about me doesn't make me mad (nah, nah) I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (yeah) Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (nah, nah) Okay, alright (they sick)

Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is Imma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People calling me, asking me for money, man The only thing Imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone On the down low, haters drown slow I been

How 'bout you? To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few An' how 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? Yeah, I like my country rocking', how 'bout you? Yeah, I know where I come from I don't need baggy clothes Or rings in my nose to be cool