Born Hustler
[Hook]
Baby turn the lights down
Baby turn the lights down
There's no limits and that's why we're in the sky now
My music flows through your veins claiming my crown
Somebody dying out there talking right now

[Verse 1]
My mind frame is Rob Bass, it takes two to pop flames
I got game, the top name, I'm boxing you thot lames
For your head I will shoot, no AOL, I got aim
So baby this the end, I'm Robby Krieger with The Doors
Lizard King Jim, cause I know you're need Mor--ison
Y'all don't get it, I'm sketching my head in legends
You're dead on alleged, I'm ripping out your appendix
I'm DT, I'm.. DT, Y'all don't wanna meet me, I'll bury you 3 feet
So seek heat, cause these streets ain't meant for weak geeks
That beat meat when we speak (listen)
So baby turn the lights down, like you're fuckin' Future
If Quattro Gatti don't trust ya, betcha, I'mma shoot ya
If I was really blood and battered would you lend me a hand?
Or would you fire guns on me like Yosemite Sam?
I was born in Hell's Kitchen in New York
I'll smoke you like a Newport
And still be "Gettin' It" like Too $hort
This isn't right, I'm leaning left, I'm full of life, but seeing death
[Hook]
Baby turn the lights down
Baby turn the lights down
There's no limits and that's why we're in the sky now
My music flows through your veins claiming my crown
Somebody dying out there talking right now

[Verse 2]
I don't even write bars, I'm just writing down my hit list
Bury you and win awards that's my wish list
Uh, I'm really down with the business
I'm really down with the lynching
So disturbed by these cowards, I'm really down with the sickness
Come around get this fist, have your man throw a bitch fit
Die My Darling, hold your skull, all I hung around was Misfits
Me and my group stuck together like wet pussy and nylon
I wet pussies when fires on, so I ain't wondering what you're hiding from
Took 6 pot brownies, hopped on a jet still wasn't high enough
All my brain thinks about is MC's I'm tryna line up
I'll scratch em like the vinyls' touched
I'll bruise em like their iron's up
Get nailed then I file em
And for my final stunt, I'll lay em down on a Lionel rug
Put the burner in their mouth, but I forgot to hit the silencer
It's dead quiet except for this poet speaking
Straight faced like I'm Mona Lisin'
I'm Rover leasing, you posing heathen
I saw you roaming streets and just told you hold your defense
Then hog tied you, throw you in deep end
And then I buried em inside the hills, with no eyes..
Now I'm exposing my Weeknd.. get it?
It's dope season, I'm rolling with post pre-meds
One of em's Norwegian, the other its Puer-Rican
Actions speaking louder then words look at them both speaking
Cause my actions where my words are
The sun crashed into the earth, that's a world star
[Hook]
Baby turn the lights down
Baby turn the lights down
There's no limits and that's why we're in the sky now
My music flows through your veins claiming my crown
Somebody dying out there talking right now

[Outro]
Yeah, I'm talking right now..
Yeah, I'm talking right now..
Yeah, I'm talking right now..
Baby turn the lights down
Baby turn the lights down