[Intro: Starlito]
We gone free Big Guy & Red Dot on this one
[Verse 1: Starlito]
Them n***as ain't us, that's the same reason they hating
I'm just like you my n***a, only difference I'm not waiting on nobody for nothing,
Either they riding or it's f** em! I promise all I think about is
p**y & money, that's my influence, I do what the f** I want
When I want to do it, Real a** n***a dawg don't even mention my music
I advise only the real ride to it, they try but I do it,
Oh, I ain't introduce myself my bad, It's Lito
I do it bigger they the iPhone I'm the iPad
Once i shoot this b**h off a tripod, can't stop the bleeding
Better try a pad.... ol' p**y a** n***a
I could've been done through my life away, I guess God spared me
I'm rapping with hell's fury, ain't none of this imaginary
I'm at war with myself, so n***a f** you I'm at war with myself
Idk what to do, I'm at war with myself
[Inerlude: Starlito]
Before I go any further, let me ask you this
What satisfies you, what would you be satisfied by?
I mean i've given my best, had sat on
Spit back, as if it wasn't my original thought
I mean the streets held my mind captive for so long
It don't matter what label you place on me
Gifted, goofy, whatever, I'm bold I'm honest
This just how I solve it, I'm gone rap
I'm gone get back to that,Cause that's what I'm here for
Right now, but.. b-but i hope you find you a purpose
Cause it's a lot of motherf**ers that's lost
& I say that meaning not knowing where they going
& not winning even by Charlie Sheen standards
I get high, but sometimes (n***a f** You) other times I get even lower
[Verse 2: Starlito]
I wake up grab the tool, before I hit the snooze, Rather be on MTV
Shidd I done did the news, guess we was never cool,don't get this sh** confused
Don't want to fit in your shoes, if it's little me & bigger you
That's fine, i was still riding, i was just trying to get what was mine
Wish n***as stop lying , cause my n***as keep dying
& the way the state been giving out time, to a n***a that's rich
Ain't gotta touch sh**, I ain't gotta touch sh**
Might not mean nothing, but I'm living out my rhymes, forget it I resign
In just they print it I ain't say resign...
n***as might not owe me nothing, but until the rap game show me different I'm fine
Look I ain't gotta rhyme, & I don't give a f** if I ain't gotta dime
I ain't gotta stand in line, got the kind of talent you should be trying to sign
Not trying to rob, & if I'm not unsigned then it's a glitch in the matrix
& I don't wanna talk, & to my n***a Red Dot f** it, I'm going off
I'm at war with myself,I'm at war with myself.. (think i give a f** about you)