More 4 Me

[Intro: Hit-Boy]
Yeah
Yeah
Think it's
Think it's more out there
Yeah
All we ever wanted was more
More for the hard work we put in
For the long nights
Early mornings

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
What if being imperfect was really perfection
And what if GOD stand for
Good Orderly Direction
I'm under the impression
They unimpressed when you focused on something progressive
We deal with trauma on a daily but cheers to the hustler
They must acknowledge we thе solidest when they discuss us
I usеd to listen to Xxploisve, so it's funny how I pop
I gotta shout out to my opps, and all the sample chops that helped me to stay focused when I'm on the clock
They never can say I ain't keep it raw
Habibi with the smokey, I can give you a tip
And I ain't ever been the one to just forgive and forget
When I talk it's like lingo from a pimp, rest up to Kenny Redd
I got an unspoken bond with this audio
You tell me I should trust you then I probably won't
I straightened my priorities
I'm up at 7am to get my son
That's bringing more to me
I knew if I look deeper inside that there was more for me

[Chorus: Hit-Boy]
I know it's more for me
I'm thinking it's more for me
More to go
More to see
More to do
More to get
This gotta be the realest shit
I think it's more for me, homie
Gotta be more for me
Evolutionary flows, I'm morphing into something else
But I'm still me, I never switched I just wanted more for myself

[Verse 2: Big Hit]
This a shout-out of love, to all my enemies
Most is Day-1's, so I guess they frenemies
Either piece by piece, or peace by war
I ain't pressing the issue, I'm just prepared to go hard
Feel so cheated out of life, robbed me for my youthful light
Poker face screwed on tight
Police strike these fucking strikes
Gotta be more than life
Ungrateful kids and nagging wife
Homie stretched doing life, shooting death threats in kites
Fuck y'all win, no longer trying to make amends
No more consignment, losing out on dividends
I need lots of strength
A lot of pussy
A lot of tits
A lot of bread
A lot of bricks
A lot of top exotic shit
No this is not a script
A lot of bloods and some crips
This world is not a stage
All that acting get you chipped
No offense I'm on my tip
So many clips
So many sticks
Trying to live like Richie-Rich, I came to do it without the bricks
It's gotta be more for me

[Chorus: Hit-Boy]
I know it's more for me
I'm thinking its more for me
More to go
More to see
More to do
More to get
This gotta be the realest shit
I think its more for me homie
Gotta be more for me
Evolutionary flow I'm morphing into something else
But I'm still me, I never switched I just wanted more for myself