Don’t flex on me, that’s all that I ask of you
Your present is messing up how I remember the past of you
I used to have folks who would swear up and down that they loved me
Swear the lie’s beautiful but the truth sure is ugly
Lights, camera, action. I’m ready for my close up
Got all these burdens resting on my shoulder
Even if you deep froze me, my heart couldn’t be much colder
I got love for my niggas, blood couldn’t make us closer
People taking shots? I say grab the clips and load up
All about my money so what the hell is the hold up?
Hold up, let me check myself for a couple minutes
A suit only makes the man if you don’t trust the man that’s in it
You ain’t always gonna fit in if you’re custom fitted
Actions have consequences so trust me I’m coming with it.
I don’t know if I owe karma or karma owes me
I ain’t trust too many women since like January of ‘03
I grew up a little bit, understood the game better
Learned to shut up and listen to the trendsetters
Apologizing for sleeping on me? Don’t trip, it’s my pleasure
Next time my name is in your mouth, I hope it burns you like cayenne pepper
Known to prepare for the storm no matter the weather
Maybe my life messed up because I didn’t pass those chain letters
Who knows man? Redesigning my personality, I went to Lowe’s man
It’s either shit or get off the pot, I got to go man
I ain’t perfect, I fuck up more often than I would like to admit
I used to be Mr. Shoot Your Shot but I preferred the assist
I don’t tell you the whole story I allow you to get the gist
I’m the type to have the chance at the girl of my dreams and miss.
No LOL’s needed, my mood is darker than this evening.
She wants to bring a ring home, it makes sense she’s from Cleveland
Or Akron to be exact, but I’m still a work in progress
Even if I delete the twitter, I’ll still be a trending topic
The Thoughts of Calvin Davis 