LIGHTS OUT (feat. onoola-sama)

Everything's clear to me, who really was there for me
I put so much time in the fake but it really just made me be great
I had to rely on myself, it's only my brothers who help
I only got love for the fam yeah fuck everyone else
If you really think I'm the same man, I'll show you that I got a plan
There's nothing better than this feeling of these motherfucking bands in my hands
I walked in swagged out, no doubt, put a bitch in a trance
I'm laughing to the bank right now, lights out, yeah I'm the man

I'm making house music this the shit that gon put me in a mansion
I'm the type that won't fold under pressure even when the lights hit
My main purpose is to ball out
Never thought that we would fall out
But oh well since we did
I'mma just have to go super big
I'mma just have to show you who I is
Yeah, you lit the fire inside me
All the doubters put a charge in me
I'mma come out with the army
Yeah, this shit is ours now, yeah, this gon' be ours forever
And trust me I'm swagging today and I'mma be swagging forever
I feel extravagant in this leather
They doing well, then I'm doing better
Hell yeah, I styled myself, I don't know what to tell ya

Everything's clear to me, who really was there for me
I put so much time in the fake but it really just made me be great
I had to rely on myself, it's only my brothers who help
I only got love for the fam yeah fuck everyone else
If you really think I'm the same man, I'll show you that I got a plan
There's nothing better than this feeling of these motherfucking bands in my hands
I walked in swagged out, no doubt, put a bitch in a trance
I'm laughing to the bank right now, lights out, yeah I'm the man

Yea, I'm the man
Yaow! I'm the man

I'mma do this shit everyday like,
If you hate it, you can kiss my ass
When these bitches told me I was none
Yea I put in my word in, I ain't playing
I'm big sexy, y'dig, baby
If you need to know who the fuck I am
Like I'm double00, international, and they heard it on the telegram

Would you ride for me, slide for me
Baby let me know, when shit hit the fan
No, I ain't trusting none of these hoes
So I put a burner on the nightstand
You know I can't fuck with none of these hoes
They say that they love you but fuck with your bands

Thanks to my fans, got a G-class
That bih she on me, got my name tatted
Who woulda known, I been on the map
Goddammit! Like I been on the map
And thanks to my plans, I don't give an ass
I know where I'm from and I know where I'm going
Like who woulda known

I feel extravagant in this leather
Off the runway, I do it better
They ask me what I'm putting on
Maybe Prada
BAOBAO, or the Marni
I don't know

Got a Margiela bitch on her knees
I'm the man, I'm the Himothy, He
On my momma, I'm steezing like breeze
Check-Check-Check! I drip to the T