Swifty McVay - All About You lyrics

[Hook] 2X It has to...be all about...you (I know, I know, I know) [Verse 1] I've got two ears and one mouth Now hold that thought (Why?) Because you supposed to listen Twice as much as you talk (Okay) And everybody mention how my mind is lost Yeah, it is But basically, it's not my fault (Ha!) They hatin' on Swift And as far as this game I'm an atheist; and they waitin' to get me pissed And ain't nobody missin' me They just wanna diss Trying to size me up And then they criticize my sh** (f** that!) But I can take criticism I'm not lying My spirit is different, yo So I don't mind dying (Blaow!) n***as got a motive that I've noticed With bogus questions All them hoes just wanna drive by, spying What, where, and why in The hell them n***as trying To define my mind Like I wasn't trained with guidance I be ridin' everywhere across the D And I be looking at them Straight through this crystal ball with me I know! [Hook] 2X [Verse 2] And they wonder why I don't come around no more And they tellin' everybody I'm a sellout ho (Ha!) But they would never let a n***a know what I know Yeah, I know You gotta look good Put on a show (Ha!) And when you perform You might as well do a poem 'Cuz they be spittin' vemon At n***as, and don't know 'em Perceive it to be true But never can show 'em I see 'em with their crew They speak, but I ignore 'em I be in the nieghborhood Even when it's storming Out in the corner Then, a house full of boredom There, they'll be talking their most talk When I'm tourin' And when I get back They wanna act like they knowin' something Tellin' me, "Why can't n***as eat like you do?" Eventually, motherf**er! I see right through you (n***a!) I got a dark cloud And the hood's full of voodoo And to my real n***as What would you do? I know... [Hook] [Verse 3] Ha! It's better to be quiet And they think you dumb Other than talking the talk Making it obvious to them I will not be caught speaking I'm high off the gin I'm thinkin' about p**y He dreamin' about him Now it seems to me Being the man that I am I tell him I'm out I shake his hand; then I scram Now why the f** he actin' Like he really give a damn He probably got a habit Just as mad as their friends Wakin' up every morning Chalkin' up a plan with blueprints "How can we destroy this man? Damn!" You only got two cents And you're an unemployed fan A n***a that everyone should avoid Stop playing! It's sad; you don't know my last name though You n***as only know my first name 'cuz they know And what you need to do Is concentrate on your dough And don't hate on me no more If so, Imma know n***a! [Hook] 6X