Lyrics:
we got a second chance
Never make a second glance
Cause I know we gonna do this
Let me grab you by your hands
And make it alright
On my bedside table
On stage rapping (ew)
Ain't shit to me, I'm a rapper that's what I do (hey)
Young Dave snappin' (woo)
The crowd seem to fuck with me and I like
it's time to feast
(Grab a seat at the table it's time to feast)
Short on cash
I use to notice that
Poor and black
They use to call me that (Not no
spring, is livin' there, I hear
Say for me that I'm all right though
things get kind of slow
He might think that I've forgotten him,
Don't tell him it
Finished my time got a little piece
Long line waiting for the feast
First taste didn't make me complete
I must create I must work I must eat
I walk
made me made me mad
By doing that it's like your trying to brag
What I didn't have
You made me see
How I'm so bloody lonely
My desperation for love
that's what it took for me to finally find my purpose
And decide to give my all cuz in the end it all be worth it
Shit that's how I know it's real really
Heads I win, tails you lose (how do you spell relief?)
Would you trade your funk for this? (You deserve a break today)
Or that? (Have it your way)
Fyah Seems To (Fyah Seems To)
Fyah seems to flow right through me, Wooohooo
Surrounded, alone, by these four walls and
I don't know which way to go man
another day in the hood
This is just another day in the Hood
I just got up off the spade table
It’s all cool
By this time I got my shirt off
I’m acting
number one music supplier
I am the riddle for sphinx
So don't call me a liar the situation is dire
My brain is rigged and rewired
To spit sick real quick
the kitchen when I notice a friend go
Rogue over the stove, feedin' my enemy info
The course was set for me to taste defeat
But, the table's turned, now they
Shit seem like i could never win
It's like no matter what i do
N****s never wanna see me up
Seem like i could never win
(Seems like i could never
I don't get offended by the thinking of the old
Where I'm at is where I go, and a circle ain't my thang
So it seems there were two gangs
Not
everybody
And like, I don't know the internet at this point?
The internet is for everybody
Umm... but yeah like, no definitely not
Like what's works me is
Theses bottles for me and my team (me and my team)
(Hey girl! Hey girl!)
This table for me and my team (me and my team, my team)
Girl come get up
slangin
Not bangin
This mics not for you
Don’t get it twisted
I’m not your sister
Or fancy like bow ties
Just let me
Between Those
Thighs
So I can
so we could kick it
Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
We walkin'
jeans, it makes me think of LL's troops
Let's celebrate, it's Queens Day, this one's for you
Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga,
And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav'
And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid
For the white people,
when I get two bricks
damn time
See you seem to only like it when it benefit ya
Me, I don’t mind if it takes time it ain’t no pressure with ya
I can give ya what ya need, that
ones talkin' never did shit for me, naw
Had to get it the best way I knew how
They hated on me then but they lovin' me now
Now that the tables have
That's when God said to me
I am still in control
It changed my prospective, and so
Now the worry is over (yes)
And the doubt is gone away
God
tried to pull me back cause misery loves company
It's funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortably
But when I was broke and sleeping
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