Ya Don't Hear Me
Ayy
Let me tell you 'bout Saniyah
She was gon' open doors with no knock, knock
Grandma said she a sweetie, she was a cheerleader, could tell that her future was top notch
But then all of a sudden, it got blocked
She was survived by her mama and papa
And what got me tripping, she no longer living 'cause you had to slide on ya opp's block
Yeah, you had to let go the choppa, buss the piñata, open the mata
But put yourself in her zapatas
You ain't the one in a pine box, make it make sense
You reppin' a hood where you renting your casa
I mean, yeah, it's the shit that got flock hot
But this the same shit that got flock knocked
I won't act like it ain't shit to say, yuh
My dawg got a family but he still got hit with a stray
And the shooter said that it's a mistake
Bitch, you ain't got no aim
And my empathy got the best of me, tryna wonder how you could change
Like, maybe, you don't see the bigger picture 'cause you don't see yourself in the frame
Or, maybe, you think it's a game
Or, maybe, mom and daddy failing you, so who you hate is who you became
Or, maybe, peer pressure got you in it and you not tough as you claim
But that don't sound like it justify why an innocent family in pain
But let me be quiet
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance
So let me give you my running man
Watch me get sturdy, I skip to the motherland
And catch a wave with my other hand
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance, facts
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance
So let me give you my running man
Watch me get sturdy, I skip to the motherland
And catch a wave with my other hand
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance, facts
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Daddy got locked up, momma was working, so the streets was calling
Had dreams of a doctor, but I closed up the curtain
No affiliation, it ain't matter to oppas
They thought it was certain
The homie was banging so they had to pop up
Caught me in person
Took my jacket, my phone and continued to stomp up
Yeah, they lined me up perfect
Now they on the internet chirping
'Course they ain't say the real version
'Course they think I'm scared and feel nervous
Lowkey, I'm embarrased, I'm hurting
Now I keep the MAC on my person
If I catch 'em lacking, I'm lurking
Bitch, I'm finna pack 'em on purpose
Used to wanna take the high road, but I'm bitter now
Yeah, if they slide first, gotta get 'em back, yeah, I get it now
Probably thinking it's a joke ting 'til they find out I ain't kidding 'round
Like bop-bop-bop, sit 'em down
Bop-bop-bop, get a round (grrrt!)
Finally got the drop on where he stay
Had the homie drop me on the way
To give him a couple hot ones with the 'K
Let them know we not for the play
Start off with a couple shots and let it spray
Hitting whoever got in the way
You shoulda seen the shock on my face
Realizing we hit the wrong house
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance
So let me give you my running man
Watch me get sturdy, I skip to the motherland
And catch a wave with my other hand
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance, facts
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance
So let me give you my running man
Watch me get sturdy, I skip to the motherland
And catch a wave with my other hand
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance, facts
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Let me tell you 'bout Saniyah
She was gon' open doors with no knock, knock
Grandma said she a sweetie, she was a cheerleader, could tell that her future was top notch
But then all of a sudden, it got blocked
She was survived by her mama and papa
And what got me tripping, she no longer living 'cause you had to slide on ya opp's block
Yeah, you had to let go the choppa, buss the piñata, open the mata
But put yourself in her zapatas
You ain't the one in a pine box, make it make sense
You reppin' a hood where you renting your casa
I mean, yeah, it's the shit that got flock hot
But this the same shit that got flock knocked
I won't act like it ain't shit to say, yuh
My dawg got a family but he still got hit with a stray
And the shooter said that it's a mistake
Bitch, you ain't got no aim
And my empathy got the best of me, tryna wonder how you could change
Like, maybe, you don't see the bigger picture 'cause you don't see yourself in the frame
Or, maybe, you think it's a game
Or, maybe, mom and daddy failing you, so who you hate is who you became
Or, maybe, peer pressure got you in it and you not tough as you claim
But that don't sound like it justify why an innocent family in pain
But let me be quiet
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance
So let me give you my running man
Watch me get sturdy, I skip to the motherland
And catch a wave with my other hand
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance, facts
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance
So let me give you my running man
Watch me get sturdy, I skip to the motherland
And catch a wave with my other hand
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance, facts
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Daddy got locked up, momma was working, so the streets was calling
Had dreams of a doctor, but I closed up the curtain
No affiliation, it ain't matter to oppas
They thought it was certain
The homie was banging so they had to pop up
Caught me in person
Took my jacket, my phone and continued to stomp up
Yeah, they lined me up perfect
Now they on the internet chirping
'Course they ain't say the real version
'Course they think I'm scared and feel nervous
Lowkey, I'm embarrased, I'm hurting
Now I keep the MAC on my person
If I catch 'em lacking, I'm lurking
Bitch, I'm finna pack 'em on purpose
Used to wanna take the high road, but I'm bitter now
Yeah, if they slide first, gotta get 'em back, yeah, I get it now
Probably thinking it's a joke ting 'til they find out I ain't kidding 'round
Like bop-bop-bop, sit 'em down
Bop-bop-bop, get a round (grrrt!)
Finally got the drop on where he stay
Had the homie drop me on the way
To give him a couple hot ones with the 'K
Let them know we not for the play
Start off with a couple shots and let it spray
Hitting whoever got in the way
You shoulda seen the shock on my face
Realizing we hit the wrong house
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance
So let me give you my running man
Watch me get sturdy, I skip to the motherland
And catch a wave with my other hand
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance, facts
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance
So let me give you my running man
Watch me get sturdy, I skip to the motherland
And catch a wave with my other hand
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just wanna dance, facts
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Y'all don't hear me, y'all just, uh, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Shaquille Edwards
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.