NMNL (Intro)
How do you feel what side of the storm the rain is on
You must be so excited now that the pain is gone
Soon as I lan I come up wit the Master P
This aint no make believe dive into my head you'll just have to see
I cannot lose control
I am on cruise control
Hop out the dodge im dodging hoes
You know its a lot of those
Sometimes I feel like my mission impossible my time gone cruise fasho ay oh ay
Two desert eagles all gold feeling like lloyd banks
Always felt like I had to hit the bullseye so I never sipped drank
Only come to me wit checks
I really been up in the gym see I know how to flex
Really got brothers in it they might just come hit you wit techs
All I gotta do is send out a text
Snap em back to past no mitchel and ness
Flip like its acrobatics till I rest
How many times I gotta say im the best
I prove to myself but I need y'all confession
I just wanna be heard nothing more nothing less
No room for my breath I feel so compressed
Upgraded the twenty eight come check the specs
Im acing your course you cant put me thru tests
You showing up late its prolly nothing left
You tripped over my tracks its prolly how I step
You tripped over my tracks its prolly how I step
You tripped over my tracks its prolly how I step
You must be so excited now that the pain is gone
Soon as I lan I come up wit the Master P
This aint no make believe dive into my head you'll just have to see
I cannot lose control
I am on cruise control
Hop out the dodge im dodging hoes
You know its a lot of those
Sometimes I feel like my mission impossible my time gone cruise fasho ay oh ay
Two desert eagles all gold feeling like lloyd banks
Always felt like I had to hit the bullseye so I never sipped drank
Only come to me wit checks
I really been up in the gym see I know how to flex
Really got brothers in it they might just come hit you wit techs
All I gotta do is send out a text
Snap em back to past no mitchel and ness
Flip like its acrobatics till I rest
How many times I gotta say im the best
I prove to myself but I need y'all confession
I just wanna be heard nothing more nothing less
No room for my breath I feel so compressed
Upgraded the twenty eight come check the specs
Im acing your course you cant put me thru tests
You showing up late its prolly nothing left
You tripped over my tracks its prolly how I step
You tripped over my tracks its prolly how I step
You tripped over my tracks its prolly how I step
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Rode
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