Type Of Way

What you say? You feel something for me? Just say it to my face. They're just going numb 'cause I hate they feel Something for me. But when you're in my space, numb. Riding on my name, my notepad. Having nightmares but I Still the go, fuck it, I'll be right Back. Steady smoking this dinner, make a dope track. Focus on the race, pedal on the gas. Going through the brakes, make you hate a snitcher. Get up off me, rolling up bigger. Got me turning on, never Said I was a maker. But I got to Come up. I be hustling, to sun up. I'm taking heat, I'm 'bout I'm my bakery. Whole gang, mothers turning the deep end. But when you're in my space, I know where But I gotta come up. I be hustling, sun Down to sun up. Standing ten toes, haters wanna Take a beat. I'm 'bout my cheese, I'm 'bout My bread, I'm 'bout my bakery. Ain't no worry, Hit the race, this a full game. Mothers turning up, you run into the deep end. On this career, need a thousand dollar signs, Baby, we ain't saying. Something for me? Just say it to my face. They're just going numb 'cause I hate when they Say they feel something for me. But when you're in my space, I know where To feel numb. What you say? You feel something for me? Just say it to my face. They're just going Numb. Hate when they they feel something for me. But when you're in my space, I know where To feel numb.