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It's Steezay
Baby, why don't you come over
Baby, come lay yo head on my shoulder
Why don't you, bring that right here
And let me show you something
I

You didn't know fashion hear was top priority
Though you're a minority
You feel inferiority
By just trying to get your foot into the door
Daily thinking

and my niggas
Yeah we off that shit now
Yeah we serving fucking pounds
But I smoke it by the ounce
Yeah these niggas not down
Yeah nobody else around
But

a hella good time and a lotta bad dimes
Music turnt up high
Me too yall know I couldn't let the smoke pass by
Drinks kept comin round too like a never

on the millies
For that ion't need feelings
Cause niggas don't get it
Try to walk a mile, but don't fit it
If the bar fit, you better hear it
I said, niggas don't

was my uncle
Drunk as he stumbled
And fingered his way into my doors
Whispered to my attic
Saying everything I'm doing is good
And it's all yours

ain't easy to maintain a lady like a piece of artwork
Only real is left to offer
You should make the ladies come first

I know you heard it right
Get

on the floor
But that's all good, got no one to impress
My fame will over come those that are best dressed
Must confess, got to get this of my chest I must have

dont expect them to do whatchu do

If I can't afford to not get it back
I cant give it to u and that's a fact

So when I'm giving it's a healing

And u

Verse 1:

Shift to 55 talkin money by the percentage
There's an expiration date on lettuce so imma spend it
Smokin dank, swerving lanes, making

I'm your man
For a minute
She knows if she offers I'm gonna go have to get it
Her other man doesn't bother, and doesn't care if she's finished
I'll be

you're in
If you want something long term, stand in self help
If you want a good night, true crime's your shelf
While you're there, might as well get some

doing good, but stupidly I got blinded
By the lies and everything that they had provided
Convincing me that they will always have my back
You're the only

were done
And you thought you were no one
In all your I can't do it
In all your I'm not good enough
You're facing your challenges and your fears

you down, and eat it like the last supper
Girl I hope you get the picture like a red eye
Got me smiling Cuz you slaying like a Jedi
Girl I got you, we

talking about? (about)
Niggas still run their mouth (alright)
So everyone death by clout (clout, clout, clout)

Whistle

Imma make my move and then make it

know what the fuck we doing
Me and Jay one, yeah we get in close and then we back dooring
Fuck it like fire niggas, we know I straight off it
Bitch,

about this world and all its pleasure
Searching for pleasure like I’m tryna measure it
That pleasure so good swear I just treasure it
That pleasure it be

pretentiously (really?)
As the poet who's too good
To even try the language or adapt to his hood
It's like I'm makin' an obscene
New form of mockery
While

my eyes and suck my strap
Ooo I'm scared of you
Back the fuck off me
Bitch give me space now
Good everywhere I go
Yea it's the face now
I don't give

know this bad ass bitch out west she stay out there by Jackson
You gotta take what you want in life it ain't no time for askin'
They'll be surprised

and passion she lustfully bites my ear and tells me I'm making her wet
And inside my head I'm thinking how good can it get
And that with the same energy

I don't fuck with these hoes, they turn me off now
I don't wanna see, all that shit you post
I know that you don't fuck with me now
Was it really me,

passion, feeding off on my hidden depression
Interviews at the radio stations
People be giving me props but it was no satisfaction
By that time I was on my