Shake It
Yea yea yea
It is what it is
Yea
Always got summin to say how bout we shake it
They tell me zay just leave it alone I've been inflated
By all of these constructs and all of this Starbucks
We've been buying, and still ain't got money for apartments
But shit I guess I'm only talking out my ass tho right
And I guess we living fast tho right...
My eyes yearn to see the day life gets to better levels
Sick of all the fights, And nights we seem a little mental
Pedal a bit further and we might just see the devil
Always seem to struggle every time we think we settled, shit
And It hurts like a bitch, but I deserved all the twists
I know I hurt you to bits and it was Karma for this
Yea it was karma for this
Said it was karma
Yea it was karma for this
I promised Wisdom and opportunity if you listened to it
That was back when I wore skinny jeans and rocked a Qtip
I said a lot of bullshit too in the midst of pulpits
The music would block it out tho like ridiculed kids
In the mix of whirlwinds i always missed my shifts
Even when I liked to work, I just felt like shit
Shifting weather patterns made me feel the drift
Of every bad day and fight scene that we made persist
And I'm just a Niqqa tryina to make my life exist
Put myself on the map and help my momma rest
I ain't no different from you but y'all lack intellect
To get to the top of the game and complete the quest
Tell me who's left
Of a dying mentality made to fit the set
Of being humble and understanding lessons
Made to let people learn grow and respect them
But they'll never get it, they ain't in perspective
They just jealous they ain't fucking wit us
And all my old friends grown now i know they won't go out
And do the same shit show out and dress all out
For party's impressing those crowds for four hours straight
And get home all plowed and have they mamas waiting
And now they understand the struggle they got kids
They gotta hustle they gotta muscle up amongst you
They gotta love you they gotta put no one above you
They'll never shun you and shut you out and never trust you
And I was think 'bout you
Yea I was thinking bout you
Said I was thinking bout you
Yea I was thinking bout you
It is what it is
Yea
Always got summin to say how bout we shake it
They tell me zay just leave it alone I've been inflated
By all of these constructs and all of this Starbucks
We've been buying, and still ain't got money for apartments
But shit I guess I'm only talking out my ass tho right
And I guess we living fast tho right...
My eyes yearn to see the day life gets to better levels
Sick of all the fights, And nights we seem a little mental
Pedal a bit further and we might just see the devil
Always seem to struggle every time we think we settled, shit
And It hurts like a bitch, but I deserved all the twists
I know I hurt you to bits and it was Karma for this
Yea it was karma for this
Said it was karma
Yea it was karma for this
I promised Wisdom and opportunity if you listened to it
That was back when I wore skinny jeans and rocked a Qtip
I said a lot of bullshit too in the midst of pulpits
The music would block it out tho like ridiculed kids
In the mix of whirlwinds i always missed my shifts
Even when I liked to work, I just felt like shit
Shifting weather patterns made me feel the drift
Of every bad day and fight scene that we made persist
And I'm just a Niqqa tryina to make my life exist
Put myself on the map and help my momma rest
I ain't no different from you but y'all lack intellect
To get to the top of the game and complete the quest
Tell me who's left
Of a dying mentality made to fit the set
Of being humble and understanding lessons
Made to let people learn grow and respect them
But they'll never get it, they ain't in perspective
They just jealous they ain't fucking wit us
And all my old friends grown now i know they won't go out
And do the same shit show out and dress all out
For party's impressing those crowds for four hours straight
And get home all plowed and have they mamas waiting
And now they understand the struggle they got kids
They gotta hustle they gotta muscle up amongst you
They gotta love you they gotta put no one above you
They'll never shun you and shut you out and never trust you
And I was think 'bout you
Yea I was thinking bout you
Said I was thinking bout you
Yea I was thinking bout you
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Soto
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.