I Need

Yeah I need that brand new Mercedes I want that thousand dollar ring I need the taste of the finer things Private life, private jet, all those things The flow is so sick, you need a dose of some dramamine I don't understand what the drama mean Y'all require way too much attention I say the shit they won't mention I guess that's why we so damn different Not talking money I pivot I'm in and I'm out, just give my sixty not more than a minute My future exquisite, I got some skeletons inside of my closet A couple of place I will not go visit A thousand is nothing, triple my digits I need more than that though I need that brand new Mercedes I want that thousand dollar ring I need the taste of the finer things Private life, private jet, all those things You feel you're not ready, the f*ck you mean Don't try to get over on me Your brain be spaghetti My soldiers are ready We move like 500 horses I don't need endorsements Rather just hold you for ransom then take off in Porsches We jump from porches My heart is cold like the porridge is Why would I slow down when I can just floor it Everything gorgeous, can't lose my focus I'm way too ahead of myself, can't live in the moment I need a moment I need that brand new Mercedes I want that thousand dollar ring I need the taste of the finer things Private life, private jet, all those things Come and run up on me, f*ck you mean Look I've been wilding out since seventeen Address me as Kalei, bitch I'm the king I run through the city, it ain't a thing These peasants is lame But they want the fame And I want that brand new Mercedes I want that bitch to come f*ck with a nigga I know that I'm crazy, it ain't a thing Look, this what I mean, them versus me F*ck these niggas, I am Kalei the King This what I think, you niggas ain't Battle that shit, cause you'll never hold records So f*ck what you talking about Cause you think you're hard, you just run your mouth And just come for my head when I come around Cause you put no fear on my stomping grounds Look, blood on my sleeve. I'ma murder niggas This is for the fake fucks, keep a burner with you Look, f*ck your Twitter, f*ck your culture F*ck who told you, motherfucker I'm a lonely soldier yeah Cutting my ties, I don't want to be friends I said "f*ck these niggas, I refuse to pretend" If I righted this, I will say "f*ck the amends" And I put the paper down and say it again yeah Who do I trust? Hands in my pockets, this bitch finna bust Pull up on you, I do not give a f*ck if these pussy niggas always talking that shit But they don't want to buck I want that brand new Mercedes I want that thousand dollar ring Suck on my fucking dick head You bitch ass niggas, I don't give a f*ck no more