Yea Yea Yea

Bitch its young wess
King if finesse
I got 5 hoes but I keep em in cheque
Smoke so much dope
I never feel stress
Selling this soap
And I do it the best
5 Tattoos
2 On my chest
How can I sleep I got moves to digest
I don't rest I need to get paid
All of those hoes need to get slayed
All right
Oh yeah
ALL right
Oh yeah
Oh yea

All of the dawgs
They gotta eat
How can I fail?
When I came from the streets?
Why would I run I don't run from the mud?
Why would I lie bitch I came from the slums
Dirt on my name and face and my knees
Cool ass nigga but I bring the heat
Got so much heat like I ball for Miami
All right
Oh yeah
All right
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Why would I run I don't run from the law
They want me dead but they keep me alive
I do it real
Don't fantasise
Drip on my cap and my suit and tie
Why would I hide I don't hide from the truth
Where else would I be if I'm not in the booth
I got the keys but I keep it in lock
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Who do you call when you got no one left
Who do you run to when you on the run
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Playing it safe then you playing it wrong
I don't know how you live with yourself



Credits
Writer(s): Gamuchirai Ndawana
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