Lyrics

I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching Sometimes I feel like I be cornered and I got no options Who be that, I don't really know, but these niggas lurking She said she really want a bag now is that Fendi, Birkin? Who be popping, you'd swear that shit is me, but I'm study working I swear I almost myself but shit it wasn't worth it I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching Sometimes I feel like I be boxed and I ain't got no options When shit heated like the sun, well there's a lot of capping Just like Christmas, I be gifted cause I'm good at rapping I don't really do the clubs, I'd rather go to addy's Shit I ain't even take a xan I'm popping like a Xanax Rosco he done paved the way I ain't change, I'm not the same My stove work day to day Can't care what nobody say Told that hoe that I'm the chef Why that girl be serving face Two phones like Kevin Gates She NASA cause I need my space Cook it like spatula whipping I said my vows to the kitchen Can't do that it's bad for business Sometimes I make bad decisions She can't get mentioned Just cause she in my mentions I been finessing I leave a oppa guessing I don't these know these niggas, no Two l, pour up a four Aint trap like this before Play my like my role like pick and roll I don't know these niggas please My flow cold, four degrees She give that brain got four degrees She wishing she got more of me I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching Sometimes I feel like I be cornered and I got no options Who be that, I don't really know, but these niggas lurking She said she really want a bag now is that Fendi, Birkin? Who be popping, you'd swear that shit is me, but I'm study working I swear I almost myself but shit it wasn't worth it I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching Sometimes I feel like I be boxed and I ain't go no options Smoking on gas, no gas in the car Got ADHD like Kendrick Lamar The way that I shine, I know I'm a star My water Van Gogh, I'm spitting this art Fuck it, I rip it apart Bernie the chef, I cook by the pot How many problems you got? A lot I never know if it's love or lust She said, on period, I got the flow The greens drive me, I gotta go I don't know these niggas no If my walls could speak they'd break yo soul Bernie like a new a premiere The way these niggas watching me I loved it when I drove the range I start the whip without the keys A lot of shit that you won't see Where would I be without my G's The plug he thinking bout a M That's why he gotta move the g's Cape Town to Pangea Smoked some weed, still landed on a beach The bars I spit just like a speech I wrote my father's eulogy I don't know these niggas, no Two l, pour up a four Aint trap like this before Play my like my role like pick and roll I don't know these niggas please My flow cold four degrees She give that brain got four degrees She wishing she got more of me I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching Sometimes I feel like I be cornered and I got no options Who be that, I don't really know, but these niggas lurking She said she really want a bag now is that Fendi, Birkin? Who be popping, you'd swear that shit is me, but I'm study working I swear I almost myself but shit it wasn't worth it I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching Sometimes I feel like I be boxed and I ain't go no options
Writer(s): Bernie Rosco Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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