She-she said what's wrong with me?

I tell her, "I got the whole globe in my hand"

I got two chromes on me

We be all black just like Dolemite, hey

(This is a Tony Sel—, ivvys)

(Call me)

But if I pick up the call, will I shake?

Demons keep callin' me

But if I pick up the call, will I shake?

Said she want all of me

Since she won't come, put it all in my face

There's somethin' wrong with me

We keep on lightin' our palms, I might play

Ain't nothin' calm 'bout me

Please do not find nothin' wrong with what I say

I keep that phone with me

Bitch, I keep thermical, pull a light free

She said what's wrong with me?

I tell her, "I got the whole globe in my hand"

I got two chromes on me

We be all black just like Dolemite, hey

How hard it is?

From the bottom of my heart, that's where my sorrow live

Yeah, on 10K, bro, on God (Sel—, ivvys), it cost an arm and leg

I can't settle, need it larger, need no partnership

All you got to start is seein' the star, I gave your heart a skip

I take it far, you play your card, and I make comma quick (Quick)

It's calm, I know the darkness like my palm and hand

You used that talk to talk that hard shit, should've called your man

I go too far, guess I should chill out (Sel—, ivvys), I'll just start again (Start again)

Hits like Atari, let it rip, we 'bout to start a band

No point in stoppin' me and twin, you know it's contraband

No, I don't pop it, but we'll pick, I'm not a honest man

I'm simple but we'll pop up, gettin' hit if it's behind again

I spent the Pradas on assistance, some designer pants

I got dropped into the system, this shit high demand

I'm 'bout my pockets since the cane, never hide a plan

How hard it get? (Sel—, ivvys)

But if I pick up the call, will I shake?

Demons keep callin' me

But if I pick up the call, will I shake?

Said she want all of me

Since she won't come, put it all in my face

There's somethin' wrong with me

We keep on lightin' our palms, I might play

Ain't nothin' calm 'bout me

Please do not find nothin' wrong with what I say

I keep that phone with me

Bitch, I keep thermical, pull a light free

She said what's wrong with me?

I tell her, "I got the whole globe in my hand"

I got two chromes on me

We be all black just like Dolemite, hey

(Damn)

He ain't got no bread, givin' shortcake, yeah

I grew up, turned religious wearin' Nor—

He ain't got no bread, givin' shortcake, yeah

I grew up, turned religious wearin' Nor—