[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)