Lyrics:
guessing while I look the other way
Overthinking, overstepping, make some lee-way
Talking too much, or not enough
I think it's all a dead giveaway (Oh)
Hey yo ( ahh)
Oh no way ( it's double e nigga)
Oh o turn it loud ( make this shit Lee)
Oh no way
Oh o turn it loud (niggas)
OH
Right now ( right
Feel like Bruce Lee way I kick it with your bitch
First we locking lips and then I grab her hips
She likes the way I talk my shit on all these hits
every & each day
that day replay, ops cannot get lee-way
Ops cannot get lee-way
Every chop got a mop get a clean slate
We gon slide like we need brakes
more lee-way, okay
Okay, okay, okay
I'mma tell you what I do, I'mma tell you on the go
Ain't nobody like me, we can go toe to toe
Try to keep up, can't
enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway
And I'm back, without leavin' I'm here, but you can't see him
I gave you
the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac,
It's very clear
Ibit
Wib it
Init
Get it
Ah, James Bong I'm on a mission
Bruce Lee the way I kick it
Tiger Woods the way I hit it
Look how I whip it,
It's very clear
ibit
wib it
Init
Get it
Ah, James Bong I'm on a mission
Bruce Lee the way I kick it
Tiger Woods the way I hit it
Look how I whip it,
a bleeze or with my people ridin a Regal
Always in trouble with coppers 'cause we drivin' illegal (drivin' illegal)
I ain't never givin' them lee-way
nigga like me (Christo)
Sippin' on this dirty sprite
Wearin' J's by Spike Lee
Way, way in the back (Way, way in the)
Sippin' drank, spittin' them raps
"You ain't gon make it", what they tellin me
So I showed them, it ain't that hard
Can't play me, 'cause I ain't got a whole card
Got Lee way in my
hard
Can't play me, cuz I ain't got a whole card
Got Lee way in my hometown (STL)
No mo' jokin cuz it's on now
Who gon' stop, me not a soul
Strap,
"You ain't gon make it", what they tellin me
So I showed them, it ain't that hard
Can't play me, 'cause I ain't got a whole card
Got Lee way in my
heard she got that (Boston Crab)
Batteries in your back, go by what he say
Just need you to know that it's no lee-way,
and the tables are turned, go DJ
So
(yeah, yeah)
I just locked the key, I hope it flows
(Locked the key)
Bitch I been in that lee-way
Inside that ghost
All we do is get in the foreign
Get
my lil car n jugg a hunded on da freeway
Got off papers early took advantage of my lee way
Jay he in LA we get dat gas in like a speedway
Real shit dis
that pussy up like it's a fight
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Handcuff her and ain't read her no rights
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Swae Lee way she said she got no type
give no lee way (Ima hit the gas)
Cause if I do they gone think it's sweet, get it shaking like an earthquake (I'm bound to crash)
Ima let em think they
Movies taught a nigga that a killer get the screenplay
Looking at it now we made a scene Spike Lee way
Don't be mistaking all my verses for an open case
the talking I heard its save it ...
No room for it no favorites.. none barred.. it get over head..
It's been deemed.. it's time to pay it ... No lee way
dues no cheap skate
But that grind don't give you lee way
This path I'm walking is a dreamscape
Played my cards and never got a clean slate
And it feels
lee-way
Or getting good service in the country, on a pre paid
Or beating Husain, in the 100 meter relay
So please stay- and deal with that shit
That you
busy 24/7
To confront your dreams, you would give 'em confessions
Now give us some lee-way and work towards the goal
Or we all shall rot next to coulda
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