Necktie

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh
Drop like it's hot
Come through the block and we bring it back
Driving that steel bruh John Henry dawg I'm swinging that
Uh, pop in the air
You know I'm all on my square
On ya knees wit that prayer
But that ain't making shit fair
Nah, know what
Pulling up and we show up
Coffee without donuts
Staying up till it blow up
Kaboom and it look tragic when zooming in
Nothing but a game you losing it
Stuck in a box Truman shiiit

Going for broke
Necktie at ya throat
It's not a game or a joke
Hope you want all the smoke ha

Better fall back
Coming through in this all black
Sick and tired of yo drawbacks
More red to that ball cap
Uh flying that head of yours
Getting rid of predators
Knocking you off that pedestal
Eating on the rich like petite fours

Going for broke
Necktie at ya throat
It's not a game or a joke
Hope you want all the smoke

The real is back
Feeling this jawn then wheel it back
Never be a goner we still intact
Keep it on course when we peel the track
Uh bring it back to the real street ish
Tried sewing us up now you can reap this
Run into walls you run into boi
I'm Walter Payton running the ball
Coming in fast we coming to get
Everything you owe we coming again
Walk wit God but running with sin
Need to put you guys up under the pen
Throw away the key
Mandela flow on my way to freedom
Wool pull a hitta like we dumb
Get the fair share than we done
Nah, maybe not
Its a good chance somebody is getting popped
Never good wit too many hands in the pot
Like it or not we occupy the block
Ha, the top is off
Coming down hard wit the rocket on
Can't wait to eat like it's Ramadan
System on loud with the Chaka Khan
Moving slower than a rickshaw
Come through ya neighborhood like Quickdraw
They wild wit the stick dog
Get in and out art of the dip off oh lawd



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Smith
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