I need my cabin. 
Bear skin rug on the floor
You can smell the bacon cooking when you walk through the door 
I need my wife. 
Tan skin, straight from Colombia 
When she’s naked out the shower, I eat her up like it’s bubble gum
I need my cars.
Ferrari F40 and truck 
Built a dirtbike straight because I’m straight from the mud
We throwing parties 
All take shots like the Army
And the girls ride - like they’re riding a Harley 
I need cash.
Enough to make the bank bust open 
Fiending for my bae, so I’m headed to
Oakland
I need game.
Fellowshipping with my nigga Kwizzle 
If it wasn’t for them lames, it’ll all be simple 
I need a challenge. 
Work til my hands get calus
And if I’m Pusha T, Shiny Trees is Malice
I need hoes. 
The ones that keep the party on live
I don’t wanna have sex, just the money on time 
I need my family
Front row seat at the Grammys 
And we all sit together like we’re eating at granny’s 
I need coke.
To sell, I don’t plan on using
But we only live once, so I’ll do it if you do it 
I need Peace.
The kind that make you smile in your sleep
We all stay baked like it’s something to eat
I need a roach. 
To smoke when I first wake up
I hear God talking, I thinking I’m gaining his trust 
I need sleep.
I haven’t gotten any in days
Bad dreaming of the times I was stuck in a maze 
I need my niggaz to the left of me
Thoroughbred pedigree 
Nothing get the best of me
Higher than methamphetamines  
Whoa

I wasn’t going to come but now that I’m here I’m glad I came