All I Need

Spinnin through these thoughts I just gotta go and grab my pen (grab my pen) In my own world Ion feel a thing I'm in a zen (I'm in a zen) I been through a lot of shit that I cant even comprehend (I can't even comprehend) Gotta chill and take some meds, damn I'm on this trip again (god damn) I been working late nights I been working 9-5's (9-5's) Tryna' pave my own way tryna set a trill vibe Why you think I need ya? You don't think I see ya Sorry I'm in O-town with my whole team, yeah like Why you always trippin on these phony niggas (on these phones niggas) Type to do you wrong for a groupie picture (for a groupie picture) Type to leave you lone sayin he ain't with ya (stupid) Imma get him gone out the fuckin picture (na na) Time to ice out my whole wrist Bring her right back to the crib We could get into some things whatchu think we getting in Yeah she tasting real fine, yeah it feel like wine & dine Yeah she been on my mind, Imma need her time What you tryna get away with what you tryna prove Why you learning all the shit I'm tryna do I'm M.I.A. for a while, gotta move And sorry that I missed your call I was in the stu Sorry I ain't hit you I was gone bout a week ago Running up these bands, now I gotta do another show Sitting by this board, I'm just tryna do another song Tryna put my niggas on, tryna buy my moms a home Speakers on blast while I'm racing down I-4 Diamonds real glass I ain't doing allat CZ stone Always chase a bag, Imma drag, gotta dash I got things I gotta do, I'm tryna make this money last Plug hittin up my phone said we got another pack Black camry whip it like a cat driving real fast Ion deal with all the bullshit yeah it's not in my own hands Why you talking to me crazy we just tryna get a bag Yeah I'm with my team uh, trapinese we t'd up Late nights in the city, cuttin in a beamer Why you put up with your ex when you could be with me uh I done told ya bout a million times I'm tryna see ya Why he flexin on the gram the shit he renting beat up Medicated in my lungs I'm really off the green uh Since a youngin tryna make it imma f*ck the scene up I been cooling with luh Kota we gone f*ck the scene up Yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Sorry I ain't hit you I was gone bout a week ago Running up these bands now I gotta do another show Sittin by this board I'm jus tryna do another song Tryna put my niggas on, tryna buy my moms a home Speakers on blast while I'm racing down I-4 Diamonds real glass I ain't doing allat CZ stone Always chase a bag, Imma drag, gotta dash I got things I gotta do I'm tryna make this money last You get me gone like this, and I can't get it You really all I need, to be the best, yeah You get me gone like this, and I can't get it You really all I need, to be the best, yeah