Dolemite

[Intro: Lunchbox] She-she said what's wrong with me? I tell her, "I got the whole globe in my hand" I got two chromes on me We be all black just like Dolemite, hey (This is a Tony Sel—, ivvys) (Call me) [Chorus: Lunchbox] But if I pick up the call, will I shake? Demons keep callin' me But if I pick up the call, will I shake? Said she want all of me Since she won't come, put it all in my face There's somethin' wrong with me We keep on lightin' our palms, I might play Ain't nothin' calm 'bout me Please do not find nothin' wrong with what I say I keep that phone with me Bitch, I keep thermical, pull a light free She said what's wrong with me? I tell her, "I got the whole globe in my hand" I got two chromes on me We be all black just like Dolemite, hey [Verse: MIKE] How hard it is? From the bottom of my heart, that's where my sorrow live Yeah, on 10K, bro, on God (Sel—, ivvys), it cost an arm and leg I can't settle, need it larger, need no partnership All you got to start is seein' the star, I gave your heart a skip I take it far, you play your card, and I make comma quick (Quick) It's calm, I know the darkness like my palm and hand You used that talk to talk that hard shit, should've called your man I go too far, guess I should chill out (Sel—, ivvys), I'll just start again (Start again) Hits like Atari, let it rip, we 'bout to start a band No point in stoppin' me and twin, you know it's contraband No, I don't pop it, but we'll pick, I'm not a honest man I'm simple but we'll pop up, gettin' hit if it's behind again I spent the Pradas on my assistance, some designer pants I got dropped into the system, this shit high demand I'm 'bout my pockets since the cane, never hide a plan How hard it get? (Sel—, ivvys) [Chorus: Lunchbox] But if I pick up the call, will I shake? Demons keep callin' me But if I pick up the call, will I shake? Said she want all of me Since she won't come, put it all in my face There's somethin' wrong with me We keep on lightin' our palms, I might play Ain't nothin' calm 'bout me Please do not find nothin' wrong with what I say I keep that phone with me Bitch, I keep thermical, pull a light free She said what's wrong with me? I tell her, "I got the whole globe in my hand" I got two chromes on me We be all black just like Dolemite, hey [Outro: MIKE & Lunchbox] (Damn) He ain't got no bread, givin' shortcake, yeah I grew up, turned religious wearin' Nor— He ain't got no bread, givin' shortcake, yeah I grew up, turned religious wearin' Nor—