Tell Me More
Next year yours? Yeah, please tell me more
City all yours? Yeah, please tell me more
You got it on lock? Okay now you need to stop
Not a lot to show for the shit you said before, 'fore
All my days are dark
Think I fucked around and found a spark
Pick a format, bitch, I'll bring it to your doormat
And my heart is where it's never really warm at
Talk my shit and back it up with my performance
This shit sound like I'm enhancing my performance
Big Papi, Sosa, Bonds without the steroids
If they don't fuck with me, so be it, man, it's their choice
I won't lose no sleep, I don't even sleep
I got none to give, image in my head of how I want to live, yeah
I gotta make it come into fruition
Y'all got a little too comfortable with wishing
Next year yours? Yeah, please tell me more
City all yours? Yeah, please tell me more
You got it on lock? Okay now you need to stop
Not a lot to show
I want a S-class, I want a estate
I want you all hooked, I got the fresh bait
Here is a hot take: bitch, I got next like a pillowcase
From the way you sound, something seems to be weighing you down, dog, do you feel okay?
City begging for a rep, they always say I need to relocate
Fuck that, I'mma put on where I'm from right from where I'm from
Temper short, high strung, only count on life one
I don't know what y'all believe, all I know is I dumb
Yeah, thumb on the pulse of the streets
I don't wanna chill, I'd rather my neck to dip below freezing
That shit is well within reason, 'cause I just be posted with beats and
If I ain't the king of the hill, I swear I'm approaching the peak and
Looked back, caught me peaking
I know you know what I'm thinking, shorty you know what I'm thinking
Leave the key under the doormat
Be undressed when I sneak in,I'mma dive, I'mma sink in
Next year yours? Yeah, please tell me more
City all yours? Yeah, please tell me more
You got it on lock? Okay now you need to stop
Not a lot to show for the shit you said before
Next year yours? Yeah, please tell me more
City all yours? Yeah, please tell me more
You got it on lock? Okay now you need to stop
Not a lot to show for the shit you said before
City all yours? Yeah, please tell me more
You got it on lock? Okay now you need to stop
Not a lot to show for the shit you said before, 'fore
All my days are dark
Think I fucked around and found a spark
Pick a format, bitch, I'll bring it to your doormat
And my heart is where it's never really warm at
Talk my shit and back it up with my performance
This shit sound like I'm enhancing my performance
Big Papi, Sosa, Bonds without the steroids
If they don't fuck with me, so be it, man, it's their choice
I won't lose no sleep, I don't even sleep
I got none to give, image in my head of how I want to live, yeah
I gotta make it come into fruition
Y'all got a little too comfortable with wishing
Next year yours? Yeah, please tell me more
City all yours? Yeah, please tell me more
You got it on lock? Okay now you need to stop
Not a lot to show
I want a S-class, I want a estate
I want you all hooked, I got the fresh bait
Here is a hot take: bitch, I got next like a pillowcase
From the way you sound, something seems to be weighing you down, dog, do you feel okay?
City begging for a rep, they always say I need to relocate
Fuck that, I'mma put on where I'm from right from where I'm from
Temper short, high strung, only count on life one
I don't know what y'all believe, all I know is I dumb
Yeah, thumb on the pulse of the streets
I don't wanna chill, I'd rather my neck to dip below freezing
That shit is well within reason, 'cause I just be posted with beats and
If I ain't the king of the hill, I swear I'm approaching the peak and
Looked back, caught me peaking
I know you know what I'm thinking, shorty you know what I'm thinking
Leave the key under the doormat
Be undressed when I sneak in,I'mma dive, I'mma sink in
Next year yours? Yeah, please tell me more
City all yours? Yeah, please tell me more
You got it on lock? Okay now you need to stop
Not a lot to show for the shit you said before
Next year yours? Yeah, please tell me more
City all yours? Yeah, please tell me more
You got it on lock? Okay now you need to stop
Not a lot to show for the shit you said before
Credits
Writer(s): Weston Westbrooks
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