I need all this I can't stand out about my head You be the rhyme, yeah you made it go to fifth I can't stress, we need all type I can't stress, we need all type sense I need it all, I ain't never had *** Living the profit, that's a pretty bad bitch Living the profit, that's a pretty bad bitch Pull out the cup, looking all tight Crazy, red on my face I do well for the chain, see I be handling this *** Shake your face, this man to the *** Ways easy, stay out the way, I be coping with *** Believe me, they gon' swing, however that bro fit It ain't what it is, it is what it is, I see it Feel the pain like it's too many sinners True need twisting for me to split Evil the man, I know my skin, I know demons Wall to wall, we echo like it's still no go They still scheming, ain't even had to raise a tone How they stand there, listen While I pretend to keep away my venom Toast, no form, it's all smiles See God in a, in a pack In the back, all feeling, long strides I been trying to shine in between lines Walked blind, some got fed, some got shrines Some got kicked up, some got banked Some got saved, all the same old problem In the shower, getting back to my roots Getting back to my truth, say you gon' bet I need all that ***, I can't stay Out of my mind here, you be the brain You ain't made it, call the fix I can't stress, we need all type I can't stress, we need all type sense I need it all, I ain't never had *** Flippin' the profit, that's a pretty bad bitch Flippin' the profit, that's a pretty bad bitch Flippin' the profit, that's a pretty bad bitch Flippin' the profit, that's a pretty bad bitch