What You Need (feat. Vinnie Dewayne, Myke Bogan & Tre Redeau)

La question la plus habituelle que sans temps de pause et les gens qui vivent des productions de leur esprit c'est qu'ils sont vos sources d'inspiration I'm on da 4th season of Walking Dead and I'm wondering who gon' get killed, 'Cuz niggas be on that shady shit now I'm wondering how you built This outbreak and this fake niggas the might be in your your [?] I could tell when a nigga lying and I could see right through his bitch I don't do politics, I just drop honest shit I [?] flows the one I drop the hottest shit I'm with my nigga Tre, who else can demonstrate A better chemistry lineup before and wrapped a pape The way I got some bitches smoking blunts I don't smoke, roll that up, born and light I got a vegan bitch to only ride a bike, but that's a hike I got some bitch "take me home to get something", "I don't want no coffee" bitch, show my dick this fluffy bitch All these trees, all this melons I just keep on partying I look up to the stars and I black out walking above and shit Really going up and shit but I just keep on partying Really going up and shit but I just keep on partying Dear God, dear Black Jesus, I hope that you could teach me How to act while this rap heathens stuck in a world Outta pace of max speedin' and built with souls of musician's past demons And I'm just so past me But I'm standing here feel like giving up They yelling in my ear like I really give a fuck But since I'm an intellectual it seems to me as sceptical You rappers sound like vegetables, go ahead and pull the plug I feel in love with marijuana and joint papers I got a buzz I'm on cause I'm gon' make it Don't give a fuck, I press my luck, make bold statements While you nigga's just keep all hatin', hate me Hate me for the man that you think I am Everywhere where I'm going and everywhere where I've been I'm done fighting sins, Imma work, Imma win Imma purge, Imma binge, Imma burn every bridge And when every bridge burn Imma burn my trees And I pray to the Lord there will be more, Good grief, good God, I could say that he do this with ease And I think that I'm gon', gon' hear "rest in peace" Rest in peace Tell the bitch she better get what she need What she need What you need I got a chick who tryna chill but she ain't gon' tempt me Especially from the Hills where my take all empty I bet my little bitch probably bag you little friends And list them all [?] in the same old Bentley Gas tank up in trunk I've been saving it still 'Cause Friday we post the hip off like Demi and Leo The undercoppers run, we are makin it still At least that's how my ex girl is making me feel We're playing my little shit when she walk through And she be unimpressed, scrambling to my [?] "Tre, you should listen, knock yourself, I'll coach you I'll be with the whole industry, I could show you" And now I don't know you, I swear you ain't getting better I thought we talked about getting your shit together And they ain't talk about no Portland niggas, never I'm trying help your heart [?], get some cheddar with your brokeass