Celly
Yeah, ay
New year, same mentality I'm gettin' to the green
Ain't for me it's for my family and for the fuckin' East
Foggy memory, I'm jogging on the beat in my sleep man
This shit is easy, no one can knock of my feet (Jheeze)
How many times I gotta snap for you, this ain't a streak baby
If you got a problem with my potna you should leave baby
I can't bring you to the crib
I don't know who you be with, or who might need shit
Cause they ain't getting shit from me
Shorty wanna slow wine and she wanna love fast
I move on my own time, I'll slow down for yo' ass
Tough to make adjustments, can't function at this function
She see me at the cypher, then she eat me like a luncheon
I might take a good girl, and turn her to a mean bitch
Shorty tryna cross me, she can't get past the defence
Hit it like a layup, then celly with the team bitch
SV PG, I pass the rock and set the screen, bitch
It's a whole lotta losers in the winners circle
If you can't come back from a loss, then stay beneath the surface
I ain't perfect, but I'm working and I found a purpose
And I'm swerving tryna show you all the reasons I deserve it
Kept it real my whole life
And when I spend don't need a price
Just get this bag every night
Mix this drink with the sprite
I caught that pass, Jerry Rice
But I throw it back every time
'Cause all my dawgs they eat
Don't fuck up my release
But my pay done increase
They keep on stalking me
All this pressure on my life I couldn't go to sleep (No, no)
I don't need no validation, they don't need to notice me
I'm tryna keep it to myself, tryna hold the peace
They tryna speak for me but they don't know the facts, yeah
They said I don't go through no shit, you know that's cap, yeah
And if you talk behind my back I'mma subtract, yeah
I need my millies to my face, that is the plan, yeah
Done with all the bitch talks, I been gettin' pissed off
PMID set me a screen, throw the lob I feel like Chris Paul
I been gettin' Giddy like I play for Oklahoma
My dawg passed me the celly, but this ain't no Motorola
They been steppin' outta line but I been passed the finish line
Made a rack off NFT's, I'm turnin' money into time
Everything real life, I don't gotta be fake, yeah
Everything I'm going through they cannot relate, yeah
Can't keep up the pace, yeah
Yeah
You ain't really out here gettin' guala
Until this shit pay off ain't no days off, I go harder
Shorty heard I'm coming so she pulled up to the party
I got too much on me, have to fight em off me
Yeah, ain't no tricking me
Bring yo girl and both y'all get in free
Pass the line, I tell em reach
Ain't gotta choose, there's time for each
One of them really tryna turn me on, the other one said she gon' cut me off
I never trust any word you say, I'm way too skilled at the games you play, yeah
Celly celly, belly piercing and earrings
She don't think I hear things
The moves she makes are fear-based
She scared of the ego, scared imma turn to a hero
Show Scarborough they could really go beast mode
Where I'm headed I don't need no love
Cos I never had none coming where I'm from
What you telling me?
I been doing circles round these bitches
I ain't settling
Privacy like close the curtain, driver, please
Don't tell me do it to em cos I'll leave 'em underneath the stu
Stack it up and bring my brothers up so they could stack it too
I'm an animal, but you don't wanna see what he gon' do
Broski got the heat on him, don't make him put that heat on you
Life is good, the money good, and yeah your shorty pussy good
My family good and SV good, we did it to em as we should okay
New year, same mentality I'm gettin' to the green
Ain't for me it's for my family and for the fuckin' East
Foggy memory, I'm jogging on the beat in my sleep man
This shit is easy, no one can knock of my feet (Jheeze)
How many times I gotta snap for you, this ain't a streak baby
If you got a problem with my potna you should leave baby
I can't bring you to the crib
I don't know who you be with, or who might need shit
Cause they ain't getting shit from me
Shorty wanna slow wine and she wanna love fast
I move on my own time, I'll slow down for yo' ass
Tough to make adjustments, can't function at this function
She see me at the cypher, then she eat me like a luncheon
I might take a good girl, and turn her to a mean bitch
Shorty tryna cross me, she can't get past the defence
Hit it like a layup, then celly with the team bitch
SV PG, I pass the rock and set the screen, bitch
It's a whole lotta losers in the winners circle
If you can't come back from a loss, then stay beneath the surface
I ain't perfect, but I'm working and I found a purpose
And I'm swerving tryna show you all the reasons I deserve it
Kept it real my whole life
And when I spend don't need a price
Just get this bag every night
Mix this drink with the sprite
I caught that pass, Jerry Rice
But I throw it back every time
'Cause all my dawgs they eat
Don't fuck up my release
But my pay done increase
They keep on stalking me
All this pressure on my life I couldn't go to sleep (No, no)
I don't need no validation, they don't need to notice me
I'm tryna keep it to myself, tryna hold the peace
They tryna speak for me but they don't know the facts, yeah
They said I don't go through no shit, you know that's cap, yeah
And if you talk behind my back I'mma subtract, yeah
I need my millies to my face, that is the plan, yeah
Done with all the bitch talks, I been gettin' pissed off
PMID set me a screen, throw the lob I feel like Chris Paul
I been gettin' Giddy like I play for Oklahoma
My dawg passed me the celly, but this ain't no Motorola
They been steppin' outta line but I been passed the finish line
Made a rack off NFT's, I'm turnin' money into time
Everything real life, I don't gotta be fake, yeah
Everything I'm going through they cannot relate, yeah
Can't keep up the pace, yeah
Yeah
You ain't really out here gettin' guala
Until this shit pay off ain't no days off, I go harder
Shorty heard I'm coming so she pulled up to the party
I got too much on me, have to fight em off me
Yeah, ain't no tricking me
Bring yo girl and both y'all get in free
Pass the line, I tell em reach
Ain't gotta choose, there's time for each
One of them really tryna turn me on, the other one said she gon' cut me off
I never trust any word you say, I'm way too skilled at the games you play, yeah
Celly celly, belly piercing and earrings
She don't think I hear things
The moves she makes are fear-based
She scared of the ego, scared imma turn to a hero
Show Scarborough they could really go beast mode
Where I'm headed I don't need no love
Cos I never had none coming where I'm from
What you telling me?
I been doing circles round these bitches
I ain't settling
Privacy like close the curtain, driver, please
Don't tell me do it to em cos I'll leave 'em underneath the stu
Stack it up and bring my brothers up so they could stack it too
I'm an animal, but you don't wanna see what he gon' do
Broski got the heat on him, don't make him put that heat on you
Life is good, the money good, and yeah your shorty pussy good
My family good and SV good, we did it to em as we should okay
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Writer(s): Sharif Taha
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