Tonto, Pt. 1 Video (MV)

I don't call your shit
Less we bout it, but we bout it yeah
Told me life's a bitch
Tell me bout it, tell me bout it
What you know about the sheets
And the beds that we sleep in
Just tell the stories that creep in your ear
And make you believe in the fear

Cash money is motherf*cking problems
I've got a crew with no obligation
Waiting patiently for my album
Old shit with new attitude
This penmanship is mad at you like fire starter words and mile markers with hurt
Hey, f*ck it man, I tried to give you the world
But you want receipts, talk is cheap
Tried to hide it but couldn't run
And listen to number ones
But act like family don't know nothing
This is my only beef, I hope you finally learn something
Time is money and I've forgiven you for wasting mine
But not a second to spare and no more waiting in line
Complication, mental masturbation got you high
Everyone knows that you've got something divine
You gotta try
Nobody's knocking on either of our doors
No women on all fours
And keys to the Porsche, it's only noise till
Someone head bangs to it
Blood on they hands to it
Drives in the Range to it
And go and spend some bands to it

I don't call your shit
Less we bout it, but we bout it yeah
Told me life's a bitch
Tell me bout it, tell me bout it
What you know about the sheets
And the beds that we sleep in
Just tell the stories that creep in your ear
And make you believe in the fear