All About You - Swifty McVay

I’ve got two ears and one mouth

Now hold that thought (Why?)

Because you supposed to listen

Twice as much as you talk (Okay)

And everybody mention how my mind is lost

Yeah, it is

But basically, it’s not my fault (Ha!)

They hatin' on Swift

And as far as this game

I’m an atheist;

and they waitin' to get me pissed

And ain’t nobody missin' me

They just wanna diss

Trying to size me up

And then they criticize my shit (Fuck that!)

But I can take criticism

I’m not lying

My spirit is different, yo

So I don’t mind dying (Blaow!)

Niggas got a motive that I’ve noticed

With bogus questions

All them hoes just wanna drive by, spying

What, where, and why in

The hell them niggas trying

To define my mind

Like I wasn’t trained with guidance

I be ridin' everywhere across the D

And I be looking at them

Straight through this crystal ball with me

I know!

And they wonder why I don’t come around no more

And they tellin' everybody

I’m a sellout ho (Ha!)

But they would never let a nigga know what I know

Yeah, I know

You gotta look good

Put on a show (Ha!)

And when you perform

You might as well do a poem

'Cuz they be spittin' vemon

At niggas, and don’t know 'em

Perceive it to be true

But never can show 'em

I see 'em with their crew

They speak, but I ignore 'em

I be in the nieghborhood

Even when it’s storming

Out in the corner

Then, a house full of boredom

There, they’ll be talking their most talk

When I’m tourin'

And when I get back

They wanna act like they knowin' something

Tellin' me, «Why can’t niggas eat like you do?»

Eventually, motherfucker!

I see right through you (Nigga!)

I got a dark cloud

And the hood’s full of voodoo

And to my real niggas

What would you do?

I know…

Ha!

It’s better to be quiet

And they think you dumb

Other than talking the talk

Making it obvious to them

I will not be caught speaking

I’m high off the gin

I’m thinkin' about pussy

He dreamin' about him

Now it seems to me

Being the man that I am

I tell him I’m out

I shake his hand;

then I scram

Now why the fuck he actin'

Like he really give a damn

He probably got a habit

Just as mad as their friends

Wakin' up every morning

Chalkin' up a plan with blueprints

«How can we destroy this man?

Damn!»

You only got two cents

And you’re an unemployed fan

A nigga that everyone should avoid

Stop playing!

It’s sad;

you don’t know my last name though

You niggas only know my first name 'cuz they know

And what you need to do

Is concentrate on your dough

And don’t hate on me no more

If so, Imma know

Nigga!