Dark Release

Yeah, I gotta tell em that it take time, determination from my face to my waistline I ain't really down with the friction, oh yeah, I stay smooth like a baseline I don't really care about it if it ain't mine And the bitches out here begging for the phone sex? And I really hope God don't fake signs cause I'm working so hard I get no rest. It make no sense, cause though I stay real, all the haters acting faker than a pain pill Feeling sicker ever quicker, need a DayQuil Feeling so insane, man, I think I need a change My girl need a man, not a fucking diamond ring And it can't write a song, let me know when diamonds sing, bitch And it can't write a song, let me know when diamonds sing Yeah, I'm a dog, I'm a do it for my pack If the boy can't walk, I'ma throw him on my back And I never take a loss, just throw it in the past If you feeling me, then let me know, I'm running out of gas Uh, what you know about that? What you know about facts? What you know about this? What you know about rap? What you know about Kids? What you know about Mac? Yeah, I'm a do it for the girls in the back With their back turned to us, with the phone in their lap Girl, you a runner, better start making laps And as a matter of fact, I might just blow up everything Slaughter every king, but would that make me a better me Sun is setting, so they got no sympathy And the church will take a fee Tomorrow I'ma come up with a way to revolution And to get all of the people out of evil and pollution But if I'ma go and take all of the demons in the sky I'ma need a couple homies with me who can really do shit