Tell Me
Tell me how you feel baby what's the deal
Tell me how you feel when I pop the seal
Tell me if it's real cause I need to hear it
Tell me if you here so I can cop a feeling
Call me on the phone I ain't get your message
Dont tell me that you love me that's just too much pressure
You colder than the winter when it's mid December
But you hotter than a nine you a lethal weapon
Yeah, tell me if it's real, really really real
You look like a meal, 4 for 4 for real
And I ain't talking Wendys talking 'bout your build
You bet I'm getting supper yeah I'm getting filled
She go ballistic, blink too fast and you might miss her
Yeah, optimistic Imma keep her till she snip it
Talking business, You a opp we know we sense it
That's a, misdirection, nobody coming to the rescue
She might cut me off
Ruin me my fault
I'm gone take the fall
All inside my thoughts
Go lethal weapon, No Mel Gibson, Go hells kitchen that's no vision
They never see me I'm Cena with it and it seem she splitting every week I'm in it
Like Keanu Reeves I never leave a witness Imma beat the kitty like I sprint a business
Gotta breathe a minute imma keep em wishing they gone need to retreat to the fetal position
I never needed no help in my mission
Street to the riches got no intermission
Need all these women to get off my Richard
Distance myself from the real and what isn't
Risk all your shit for yo dream or you miss it
Die by the morning I hope that they listened
And if they didn't then I couldn't blame em cause Im just a kid who gone through the shit just
Tell me how you feel tell me whats the deal
Tell me how you'd feel if I wasn't here
Tell me if it's real cause I need to hear it
Tell me why y'all still don't ever take me serious
Call me on the phone I don't like the texting
I need hear your vocals just to feel the pressure
Imma sharpen up a knife so I can cut the tension
I don't wanna buy a nine because I might just end it
But I got to stay alive
If I don't then
Momma gonna cry
And I don't want that
Finally realize
I finally want to fight like
I dont want to die
I'm limited in time to shine I'm getting what I aim for Like I never had a day job
I really want the paper, I dont try then I wont make it so I hit the gas no braking
Push that shit so hard I break it, only forward in my motion like I'm Earndhart when I'm racing
And I'm facing different hurdles but I'm jumping over lately
If they takin' Imma get them like my name was Liam Neeson
I don't believe in luck but you gone need it you should take it
Imma make them sleep with fishes and I call that Norman Baiting, Wow
Tell you what's the deal, no Howie Mandel
King next to the ace that's how I really feel
21 years, now I need a mill
Imma make sure that my name is finna ring a bell
Call me when you grown I don't talk to tykes
I do this on my own I don't need advice
Imma take my chances like a pair of dice
It's bumpy on the fucking road to paradise