Lyrics:
(yeah, pop it)
Got a bottle in my hand, bring more though (yeah, pop it, pop it)
Got my hat low, don't talk to me (straight up)
I've been down, give
microphone check si no faje
This is the mic real talk freestyle
O' nomm ro guaglione sai che è iena white
Ce vuless' nu joint ce vuless' nu joint
Sai comm'è
Just let 'em talk
Let 'em talk
Who's that dude with a new tune?
Looking so new, Never old news
And i dont follow trends no more my friends
Why?
Cause
of day (dance with me)
(Talk to me, boy) no disrespect, I don't mean no harm
(Talk to me, boy) but I can't wait to have you in my arms
(Talk to me,
on my knees everyday I pray for more grace
It ain't by looking fine fam
It ain't just the hustle my nigga
No matter what you do just pray for grace, have
news
In this life it ain't a game no more
Before a nigga start to talk he wanna kill you
And as the days go by
I just wanna stay inside
I don't wanna go
the kitchen knife and cut myself was screaming loud
I had no where to go
No hope there to be found
The more I prayed the more she cornered me with her phone
shaye kile ni ila
Zero stress no more drama
As i Dey na money Dey my mind
Ki ra ile fun maami oluwa cover miii
Make the money come everyday by day
Ori mi
move like a gangsta (Yeah)
Nigga think I'm slippin' (Yeah), try me, I'ma spank ya (Yeah)
Catch me by myself (Uh-huh), nigga, I'm more dangerous (Yeah)
I've been so lone, trynna play cool
I've been so alone, thinking about a tí
And I've been drinking too much
No beer more scotch dreaming of the time
of day (dance with me)
(Talk to me, boy) no disrespect, I don't mean no harm
(Talk to me, boy) but I can't wait to have you in my arms
(Talk to me,
I'm just a man and no I'm not perfect I need one more chance. Give me one more chance (echoes) Just give me one more chance (echoes) (Yeah) I just need
back slapped with a back hand
Black man, black hand side
Anti everything since Yams died
In dodge van by NY
No who, what, where, why, when
I got
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
nobody can tell me, huh
I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh
You know I got language barriers, huh
There's no accent you can sell me, huh
Yeah, Cole
fait accompli, we ain't gonna get no sleep
A vision rolling 'round in my head, but I don't really talk about it
I'm loving what you're doing to me
fait accompli, we ain't gonna get no sleep
A vision rolling 'round in my head, but I don't really talk about it
I'm loving what you're doing to me
Why we don't talk no more cause you ain't rock with me then
Now you blowing my phone up cause I got a little shine
They said you done switched up on me
trying doing more to get by bitches fuck to
Get high get my mo ney that's right my
Suit my tie I pimp no lie don't try you'll
Die I grind 9 to 5 Grand
Nigga be rappin' cappin' (cappin')
I thought you was rich, what happened? (what happened?)
More sticks in the trap, no lackin'
More shows too much
Drinking less flying more making weather decisions
The closer you get to your goals
The clearer the vision
Talk to God when I can
Just to better my wisdom
I
Now i do flips
Now i take shots
I can't speak
Cause there's no more to talk
No words it's even more
Than a tí thought
I bet for this
We check
Mhmm
No matter if I'm wrong or I'm right
Mhmm
I need you forever by my side
I need you to talk to me
I need you to talk to me
No matter if I'm wrong
So I changed huh?
You got a phone
Pick it up
Call me
How come, we don't even talk no more
And you don't even call no more
We don't barely keep in
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