Native Tongue

Yeah, yeah I got this style, you feel that soul But still you play the radio I changed my name two years ago Left that old sound, forward I go I like it loud, you like it low Drown you in bass, titanic flow Everybody hit that schmoney 'bout a week ago Yeah, I know that's not my style but I still play it though Tell me something tell me something that I want to hear All that criticism in my head goes out my ears The right resolve is never given me to grab a hold Despite it all, think I should let it go So don't change He says don't stray, stay your own They said follow where we go (so don't change) These days kings race for dead thrones Their tall tales boost their egos (so don't change) Maybe I sit back with a view Take all this time to think anew (so don't change) Ways to express what's gone unsung Translate them to my native tongue They've got ideas, we've got ours too The ways to dress, what not to do As this has grown, more hands reach out They pull my strings, play off my parts I'm paranoid but I'm trippin' We ten feet from slippin' Mixtape days we missin' But I know these songs will play I'm senseless but I'm focused You fell asleep when I wrote this We so dope, don't cope this Yeah, I know these songs will stay Tell me something, tell me something that I want to hear All that criticism in my head goes out my ears The right resolve is never given me to grab a hold Despite it all think I should let it go So don't change He says don't stray, stay your own They said follow where we go (so don't change) These days kings race for dead thrones Their tall tales boost their egos (so don't change) Lately, I sit back with a view Take all this time to think anew (so don't change) Ways to express what's gone unsung Translate them to my native tongue