The Thrill

I need for y'all to get out of my face, I ain't had sleep in like 8 or 9 days I don't like talking if it ain't bout wage, I need a thousand to walk on a stage I need a I need a b*tch to come through on the creep I need a minute to get it together, she need a song she can play on repeat I wanna go to LA, get some head on the beach Ride through Miami and f*ck up the streets I want for all of my brothers to eat I don't wish death upon no enemy If it's meant for me, then it's meant to be I'll wait centuries, 'til you send for me 'Til you send for me But I ain't got no time to waste I don't take calls, I speak face to face If it ain't bout business, you know it can wait No need to explain, you couldn't relate My brother still bagging up grams of the weight But he gon share all the scraps on his plate If one of us rich, then we all getting paid If one of us work, then we all gotta slave If loyalty everything, then fuck a wedding ring Me and my n*ggas married to the game Really it's just the thrill of the chase I don't think anything gonna change If homie a shooter, then he gonna shoot em Cause that's just the way that my n*gga was raised And I don't complain Cause if you don't protect your neck then these n*ggas gon put you in graves It's one and the same (Man, f*ck that sh*t, f*ck all these n*ggas claiming that they was rocking since day one And they gon ride 'til the wheels fall off These n*ggas wasn't with us when we was recording in the shed Having to sit on milk crates, recording with the mic hanging from the wire hanger F*ck all that sh*t we gon keep running up this bag, we gon keep stacking these chips Ttil mom dukes living in a crib in LA you heard Sluglife, Steady Leveraging Unknown Greatness) (No f*cking cap...) All of the sh*t that I speak is the truth Tell me why the f*ck would I tell a lie All of the shit that I do is for you They be screaming love is harder to find If I really wasn't meant for this sh*t Why the hell would God give me this gift Being broke, that ain't no way to live Die trying just so I could get rich Moms crying, she been missing the kid Scheming, dreaming, I could make it through this God willin, I been plotting on a million Tryna put some chips away for my kids Chips away for my kids Chips away for my kids And I ain't really got no time to waste I ain't really got no time to play Balling like I'm Penny Hardaway, nothing easy there's a harder way Gotta learn to put my heart away I always leave the shit right on my sleeve Hard to protect, but it's harder to bleed And if you don't know, then you wouldn't know and I (And I) If you ask me to go, I'd travel the coast and I Drop everything to be right by your side (Side) Only for you, I would drop all my pride (Yeah, whoa) (Yeah, whoa) (Uh, hold on, I'm a go out like this) And I say Do, you, ever, ever get lonely Get lonely And I say Do you ever, ever get lonely Get lonely