I Need More - Boot Camp Clik

I wake up, open my eyes up

Surrounded by my haters as soon as I rise up

But then I realize what I’m here for

Then I say to myself «man, I need more»

I wake up, open my eyes up

And thank god for playing a part of my rise up

But then I realize what I’m here for

Then I say to myself «man, I need more»

Thinking of a way, to say what I gotta say

All lines are so limited, only a few stay

The rest leave as my sleeve fall

In the same position my hand do

How I ran through

So many pages at one time

That I can’t look behind

Got my mind feeling blind

Damn, how am I confused?

What am I to do?

What am I to choose?

Where do I start?

Where do I begin?

This ain’t like writing a letter back in the days, «Dear friend»

Cuz, every blot from my pen something

And if I slip one irrelevant line I’m done in

These are the times, I find I’ve got a devious mind

I got a hunger and I wonder, will it lead me to crime

Deep in the grind, That’s probably the reason that I

Feel like I’m falling, hell’s calling, niggas do or we die

Plain and simple yo It’s mathematic

I speak emphatic, slinging crack to these rap addicts

I bust my pistol like I’m Pat Garret

The break is over and I’m back at it

Beat battering beast from East Africa

Heat clap at your fleet leaving your peeps mad at us

Duckbill Platypus, Ruck real, add it up

Solar power calculator, for haters an abacus

Sean Price athletic, the Bruce Jenner

The deuce deuce center

Bust crohn’s and Sean gone 'till November, listen

I’ll be back but for now just settle

Y’all motherfuckers ain’t on Ruck’s level

I want more

I wake up, open my eyes up

Surrounded by my haters as soon as I rise up

But then I realize what I’m here for

Then I say to myself «man, I need more»

I wake up, open my eyes up

And thank god for playing a part of my rise up

But then I realize what I’m here for

Then I say to myself «man, I need more»

General Steele!

This is a soldiers rendition

On the his road to perdition

Tote the chrome for you niggas

Mango gave control of the business

Flows on my children, can’t joke with you niggas

Flow serious, ride with ambitions

To get richer get my nigga Ruley on out of prison

Few good men gone, chosen few still livin'

Sticking to the regiment, I go to war for what I represent