All I Need Lyrics

Spinnin through these thoughts I just gotta go and grab my pen (grab my pen)

In my own world Ion feel a thing I'm in a zen (I'm in a zen)

I been through a lot of shit that I cant even comprehend (I can't even comprehend)

Gotta chill and take some meds, damn I'm on this trip again (god damn)

I been working late nights I been working 9-5's (9-5's)

Tryna' pave my own way tryna set a trill vibe

Why you think I need ya? You don't think I see ya

Sorry I'm in O-town with my whole team, yeah like

Why you always trippin on these phony niggas (on these phones niggas)

Type to do you wrong for a groupie picture (for a groupie picture)

Type to leave you lone sayin he ain't with ya (stupid)

Imma get him gone out the fuckin picture (na na)

Time to ice out my whole wrist

Bring her right back to the crib

We could get into some things whatchu think we getting in

Yeah she tasting real fine, yeah it feel like wine & dine

Yeah she been on my mind, Imma need her time

What you tryna get away with what you tryna prove

Why you learning all the shit I'm tryna do

I'm M.I.A. for a while, gotta move

And sorry that I missed your call I was in the stu

Sorry I ain't hit you I was gone bout a week ago

Running up these bands, now I gotta do another show

Sitting by this board, I'm just tryna do another song

Tryna put my niggas on, tryna buy my moms a home

Speakers on blast while I'm racing down I-4

Diamonds real glass I ain't doing allat CZ stone

Always chase a bag, Imma drag, gotta dash

I got things I gotta do, I'm tryna make this money last

Plug hittin up my phone said we got another pack

Black camry whip it like a cat driving real fast

Ion deal with all the bullshit yeah it's not in my own hands

Why you talking to me crazy we just tryna get a bag

Yeah I'm with my team uh, trapinese we t'd up

Late nights in the city, cuttin in a beamer

Why you put up with your ex when you could be with me uh

I done told ya bout a million times I'm tryna see ya

Why he flexin on the gram the shit he renting beat up

Medicated in my lungs I'm really off the green uh

Since a youngin tryna make it imma fuck the scene up

I been cooling with luh Kota we gone fuck the scene up

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Sorry I ain't hit you I was gone bout a week ago

Running up these bands now I gotta do another show

Sittin by this board I'm jus tryna do another song

Tryna put my niggas on, tryna buy my moms a home

Speakers on blast while I'm racing down I-4

Diamonds real glass I ain't doing allat CZ stone

Always chase a bag, Imma drag, gotta dash

I got things I gotta do I'm tryna make this money last

You get me gone like this, and I can't get it

You really all I need, to be the best, yeah

You get me gone like this, and I can't get it

You really all I need, to be the best, yeah