Tito Lopez - Y.O.U. lyrics

rate me

Let me tell you who I am

And what this life really meant to me

Young nigger barely been living the quarter century

Mentally I’m ahead of these lames

Also ow I’m grown, I ain’t understanding these games

I’ll be in the zone like the drinking weekend song

I’m on a whole other level

Roulette bets with the devil

On whether I’d be successful at this rap sheet

He get read, I’m there

Give me heaven per 7 I’m black bitch

On you, what’s the question you?

Well we’re basically I’ve been taking me

Out of my element

And making me question myself

And if I’m relevant

Mistaking me for one of these niggers with no talent

Hating me, make me wanna resolve the violence

Silence is all I need to be good

I just need to be successful I don’t need to be hood

I’m trying to grow up, get invited to the Grammy’s

Show up, win song get upstage and play all salsa

For you

You got a question over yourself?

You know what they say

I was heaven sent just to represent

I’m y’all boys to the hood I want my nigger

Got choice to show’em just where we come from

Miss me with hat hum drum

Leave a couple of nuts on your face

That’s a love song

Punched, about to get beat down

Shots come up in a reason to slow down

I don’t speak loud, but deep down I think you boys mad

‘Cause I’m doing everything you wish you had

And I do it for you

See just shit down and let me talk 4 minutes

I don’t trust nobody in this freaking world

Ain’t met a bitch, yeah, fit to be my freaking girl

Y’all on that socialite shit, fuck a socialite

Music and none

All them VH1 assholes they usually from

Demanding me, possess no vanity

Heavy as the hand of G

No D, but I hope he understanding me

Standing three feet away from gold, very patient

Keep the iron on my side for you Barry Masons

And I ain’t never had shit

But three heads on the clock

One hand on my dick and one hand on the mic

Just hoping something might slip

Before I’m too old to sit

Pace maker either shit that face like bricks

I get kicks fucking with your mind

For leisure

Staring contests with the blind

See you

Everybody know I can rap but enough

I’m from Mississippi, they all was trying to make it tough

This ...homey X 86

I was born in ’87 so in all can take a dick

Take a dip in a pool of acid and let it eat through

Maybe you’ll find your heart and be through

Divide for you

Swag door for you

I’d do it for you

All for you

Swag do it for you

Not for me for you

My underdogs

Swag do it for you

To tine own self be truer