Leave
It's like 7AM
In Brooklyn you know what's up
I know why these pussy niggas hate me and I'm cool with it
I move different they afraid to light the fuse with 'em
I treat these niggas like a game I'm amused with 'em
Get em too livid
They just don't know what to do with him
And if I left today I probably would regret it cause
I made some promises I ain't ever gon' let them up
I got a problem these bitches come with vendettas
And I don't know what to tell them cause I ain't giving my cheddar up
And I know that if the tables turned and it was me that yearned for paper that you earned You'd kick my ass to the curb
Getting sick of these birds even the way they chirp and what they lift up they skirt for
Hearing about it hurts, it burns
Feels like since my birth been carrying 'round a curse
These bitches get on my nerves and I don't know where to turn
So if it feels like I'm hurt it's only because I learned
And I ain't never gone burn again for one of you birds
This feel like back when Michael Jordan got his first ring
Or back when Mike and Prince had beef but made the world sing
I let this chip weigh on my shoulder it got heavy now it's deadly
Niggas tell me let it go but is it worth the pain
See I could fuck around and start over leave my birthplace
Or change only world I ever knew to work for me
I mapped it out I got some plans that could work perfectly
But I ain't too sure if it's that's the right path in the first place
You see for me it's more 'bout morals and the principles
But for these niggas it's more about who to get into
I tried to show them the light but it's near invisible
And niggas won't get it until it shows in the physical
So I need for all the hoes to love me when I step in
Start getting money watch how strangers turn to best friends
You let these bitches feel entitled to you got them lying to you
I'm a Zion in a world full of lesser men
These niggas only really love you when you fronting them
These bitches only really love you when you fucking them
That money low you could barely get in touch with them
They looking at you crazy you just trynna say "what's up" to them
Shit get crazy man
In Brooklyn you know what's up
I know why these pussy niggas hate me and I'm cool with it
I move different they afraid to light the fuse with 'em
I treat these niggas like a game I'm amused with 'em
Get em too livid
They just don't know what to do with him
And if I left today I probably would regret it cause
I made some promises I ain't ever gon' let them up
I got a problem these bitches come with vendettas
And I don't know what to tell them cause I ain't giving my cheddar up
And I know that if the tables turned and it was me that yearned for paper that you earned You'd kick my ass to the curb
Getting sick of these birds even the way they chirp and what they lift up they skirt for
Hearing about it hurts, it burns
Feels like since my birth been carrying 'round a curse
These bitches get on my nerves and I don't know where to turn
So if it feels like I'm hurt it's only because I learned
And I ain't never gone burn again for one of you birds
This feel like back when Michael Jordan got his first ring
Or back when Mike and Prince had beef but made the world sing
I let this chip weigh on my shoulder it got heavy now it's deadly
Niggas tell me let it go but is it worth the pain
See I could fuck around and start over leave my birthplace
Or change only world I ever knew to work for me
I mapped it out I got some plans that could work perfectly
But I ain't too sure if it's that's the right path in the first place
You see for me it's more 'bout morals and the principles
But for these niggas it's more about who to get into
I tried to show them the light but it's near invisible
And niggas won't get it until it shows in the physical
So I need for all the hoes to love me when I step in
Start getting money watch how strangers turn to best friends
You let these bitches feel entitled to you got them lying to you
I'm a Zion in a world full of lesser men
These niggas only really love you when you fronting them
These bitches only really love you when you fucking them
That money low you could barely get in touch with them
They looking at you crazy you just trynna say "what's up" to them
Shit get crazy man
Credits
Writer(s): Sekou Goss
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