Sherineson - Hustle n Flow

All in my head
Ayo Q, cook it up
All in my head
All in my head

All in my head
This b-b-lub
All in my head
Oh so all I know, you can't stop the flow

No I never made the honor roll
I still have my balls, she just like the way I put on clothes
Try to reach my goal, mama died
Really made me cold, look how I composed

This shit got me smokin
Finally count my blessings, you still move all my emotions
How I got em stressin', they upset because I'm chosen
When I don't feel better, I'm just hopin' that you hold me

If she think she finessin', I just go by what you told me
Pulled up, aka lil' bitch, she throw a pinkie up
Mad with me, hopin' I don't fuckin' though
Leavin' her, told her call her friend

Cause if she don't, then ain't no linkin' up
And T just dropped the tape, I know they hate
But they still streamin' us
This lil' bitch start skrrt, check the real

But they ain't keepin' up
Never seen them put food on my plate
So they can't eat with us
My mama told me, just go by yourself

Now they won't be with us
Lil' shit me on a nigga, fuck it
They done woke a demon up
They always criticize

All my friends I minimize
Look me in my eyes
I see that they be tellin' lies
Devil in disguise

But I put my trust in God
Took a X and almost died
It ain't my time
King at 23, I feel like I'm LeBron

I really love her, but sometimes I tell her lies
But when I fuck her, I can't lie
Free my mind, want me to give her all my time
But I just can't, I'm on my grind

So now I know, you can't stop the flow
No, I never made that honor roll
I still have my bowl
She just like the way I put on clothes

Try to reach my goal
Mama, that really made me cold
Look how I composed
This shit got me smokin

While they count my blessings
Used to move all my emotions
Now I got them stressin
They upset because I'm chosen

When I don't feel better
I'm just hopin' that you hold me
And she think she finessin
I just go by what you told me

Hustle all I know
You can't stop the flow
No, I never made that honor roll
I still have my bowl

She just like the way I put on clothes
Try to reach my goal
Mama, that really made me cold
Look how I composed

This shit got me smokin
While they count my blessings
Used to move all my emotions
Now I got them stressin

They upset because I'm chosen
When I don't feel better
I'm just hopin' that you hold me
And she think she finessin

I just go by what you told me

Written by:
Rickeem Jones

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