Letras
Fuck being shy
Look in my eyes
Would you lie for me
Would you cry for me
Would you ride for me
Would you die
Too many times I'm the man in the mirror
Get out of my mind when I'm drinking tequila
'Cause I know there's nothing that I want that I can't have
Hip hop still hate me
I bootleg the Rolex
The Van Cleefs
I gotta hide from the vultures, dawg
He got a hundred different cars, can't park 'em all
Bulletproofing the Benzes, they shooting from the top
Execs taking advantage
Hoes out targeting rappers who blow advances
Ghost write
Fly to Milan, avoid the cameras
Moonlighting as the candyman
Burn the label, hide the bodies in my caravan
Offline, kill a stan with these fucking hands
End the verse before I fuck around and shoot a fan
Take back the hits and the time it cost
I was down to Earth, now I'm back to Mars
The truth come to life even after dark
This ain't Jev talking, baby, it's the alcohol
Fuck being shy
Look in my eyes
Would you lie for me
Would you cry for me
Would you ride for me
Would you die
Too many times I'm the man in the mirror
Get out of my mind when I'm drinking tequila
'Cause I know there's nothing that I want that I can't have
And bitch, it's the wickedness
Spitting that venomous on these instruments
Pray for enemies, foes, and all the witnesses
You tuned into the infamous
Chopper leave 'em with tinnitus
He thought he was the chief till Jev burned down the villages
His eminence
The one with vendettas and many militants
He shooting at the label, covered up all the incidents
Strangle till he blue
That's how I like all my presidents
I'm talking crazy, nigga, you made me
Take back the hits and the time it cost