I'm the type of man to give you the summer
You the type to give a nigga the fall
Spring, winter and all
You the only one that do you like you do you
How you do it like that?
It's either magical or its voodoo
And some things don't come with a ring
They come with loyalty
Somethings don't come with the diamonds
They come with royalty
We don't got to pose for no pictures, cause it mean more to me
I don't got to show you this life, it's nothing more to me
I don't got to live for the hype, or live for the cameras
I'm only living cause I'm painting other people's canvas and it's
Never disrespectful when they see me
And never have I ever chose a life that won't complete me
I just stay out the way
Yeah she might be bad, but you know she in the way
Girl you not a bag, please get out my face
Girl you not a bag, please get out my face