Trae Tha Truth - Batteries lyrics

Vizzy where your newer sh**? I'm underground slime, Ninja Turtle sewer sh** That joint I dropped in April make them hoes kneel like O'Neal You retired from that green, I'm getting more deals, so ill The sh** I spit out of these two lips Got me k**ing the game bring tulips And I'm throwing out papers like newsies So these girls wanna hang like nooses And why waste aim on losers When I'm gunnin' for the top, Tom Cruisin' I John Hughes it, I John Holmes it, I go Hulk, and I go Hogan Now tell me how I don't k** sh** When I stay bussing like field trips The only time a n***a ever seen me Is when he was watching a flim clip And my old girl say I don't feel sh** Cause I won't stumble over her guilt trips Miss her period, saying "I feel sick!" She cut that act out real quick And I'm on my Uncle Phil sh** Throw out some jazz and get some cake You think those little Nicki's gonna Make you fill up banks? I don't trust no one but God Say my prayers and give him thanks Porto-potties on the moon Man, I sh** in outer space [Hook] Say I ain't gridin', say I ain't focused I say "ok! I'm reloaded" I see the top, that's where I'm going I'm like "ok! I'm reloaded" b**h, I'm reloaded [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] Shots about to come, all I know is reload X-Men sh** - you can tell 'em I'm in beast mode Everything blue, from the dash to the seats ho Off in traffic, sliding like I'm on grease road I'm on a full speed mission, ain't no brakes I'm trying to stay strong like I was on weights They say this my last shot, no more takes I got (?) at slow rates My ex-b**h tripped out, that's what she gets Said I wouldn't be sh**, I need a hit Now every time she turn on the TV I tell her watch close, see the money that a n***a get I got the streets on fire I'm looking at the top, I'm 'bout to take aim Even if I miss, I'll be back at it again And if I lose, I'll be back at it to win I been a fighter, never been a quitter The world mine, told her I was on my way to get her Leave they face looking like they ate something bitter (?), ain't nobody finna enter Say XV, it's OK I loaded up, this A-K Somebody finna get it, I bet it ain't me So it must be them - don't play [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: XV] OK, I'm reloaded Batteries in my controller Make casualties out of my opponents And make money for the n***as I roll with 'Til all my brothers is rich like the Jacksons, like the Jonas Make bets I can't afford, so 'til then I am focused Making my presence with this rapping so I purchase what I wish Cause even with my curses, all these verses are a gift Said I'll be shooting for the stars, so it ain't worthless if I miss But if you playing to hit the clouds, so just come down with a bunch of regrets Through all the doubters, the way I still put these words together Got me more connections than routers and surge protectors I'm what happens when awesome and awkward merge together I been k**ed the game, these lames expunged my murder record You get comfy with that crown that you got And you'll get lapped to the top like a Mac out the box They say "We just wants some music. Is that asking a lot?" I say "OK. I'm reloaded," pull that mac out and pop [Hook] x2