Imma kill it I promise this, I know you mad.
Young, dumb, lookin' in the mirror tryin' to figure out who Iām gonna be this year.
That was your bad, how could you pass up on em? He just take them records and he gas up on em.
If you sell your soul to the devil, you get more grain.
I got more than a thing for you, tattoo wit a ink for you right over my heart girl, I'll do the unthinkable.
I just hold it down for my side, I just hold it down for my set. I just give everybody a piece of this and make do with what's left.