Tell You Video (MV)

Okay, I tried to tell you, but you ain't wanna listen to me
Tried to beg you, but you was gon' go your own way
How'd I sell it?, how'd I fail this shit all my own
These the nights when I feel alone

These the nights when I need you home
No, no, no, no, I don't want you on the phone
When I'm touchin' on your skin, it's when I'm home
If I want you home, then you gon' come home

I'm a Gotham City kid
Yeah, we them boys , ya ya ya we get so giddy bitch, don't try to play with us , we don't show no pity bitch
I'm fly as f*ck, so fly, I make her kitty twitch

When I'm thirsty, yeah, I'm pouring up the activist
When I'm geeking off the M it makes me have to piss
Yeah, I know they hatin', know they really wanna see me miss
I said, f*ck em, I just tell them they can rest in piss

Yeah, I always knew I was the one, yeah, since I was young
Mama used to say, kobe you the one
Mama said, keep your head up, and stunt
So I said, f*ck em i'm my parents son

Why they hatin' on me? That shit's so embarrassing
When I'm out the four of tris , I'm feelin' like I'm heaven sent
Boy, go get some money, stop makin' comparisons
All that talkin' on me and hatin', that shit's irrelevant

I'm from Gotham City, bitch, , activist addicted kid
They try play with me like they ain't know my team is with the shits
Yeah, them boys is hoes, they always just throwin' fits
But they ain't got no clothes, they ain't throwin' on no fit like this

Thee five in the wood, and a cup of tris, yeah
I'm misunderstood, unless I'm with my bitch, yeah
What is up my sleeve? Yeah, it's a couple trixs, yeah
Talkin' bout the candy that I pop anit for kids ya

Talkin' bout the keys to the city, got that shit
Talkin' bout the keys to my heart, can never switch, yeah
I tried to tell you, but you ain't wanna listen to me try to beg you, but you was gonna go your own way

Always knew I was the one, so I had to run it up
I couldn't be stuck, I couldn't be stuck
Okay, I tried to tell you, but you ain't wanna listen to me
Tried to beg you, but you was gon' go your own way
How'd I sell it?, how'd I fail this shit all my own
These the nights when I feel alone

These the nights when I need you home
No, no, no, no, I don't want you on the phone
When I'm touchin' on your skin, it's when I'm home
If I want you home, then you gon' come home