$Heesh

Sheesh!

I've been on the low and stacking sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Hustle on the low and stack this
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Ball out for my nephew and my niece!
Niece!
Niece!
Niece!
Niece!
Niece!
Pockets getting fat it's not my cheech
Baby girl the old me is deceased
Put the Most High first every day of the week!

We got different plans
I'm trying to help my fams
You just tryna be all flexing for some shorty on the gram
I be balling, like I'm going go and lay up with my hands
Call up Jesus, cross up demons
Like that boy got handles
Ironic how they jelly, tryna get us out the jam
Trying to help my family out the struggle, that's my type of jam
All the other shit, ye!
You can keep, yea you can have
Way up in the nosebleeds, I was way up in the stands
Stands, stands
Way up in the stands
Finally worked my way up out these bucket full of crabs
Yup
Now we up, shooting buckets over crabs
This gwap grew some feet, now I be running with these bands!
Bands!
Running with these bands!
It could be Ramadan, but my pockets still won't fast!
Baby girl you just mad, ain't been tell you bout my plans
Trying to do all these projects, I just want to see you dance!
Dance!
Dance!
Diamond do the dance!
Yea you look super good!
But you better by the glance
I can't help but to chat, bout you when I link with my mans
I'm a thug, show some love
When I pop out with my mans!
Yeah!

Jah is my energy!
Right now till infinity!
Will you still remember me?
Am I in your memory?

Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
I've been on the low and stacking sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Sheesh!
Pockets getting fat it's not my cheech



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Writer(s): Ezra Daniel
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