On The L
Keep it locked
Yeah my nigga keep it keyed (Keyed)
I'm making noise like I'm gearing 16 V, aye
Who would have thought I'll be back on my feet (Yeah)
Grannies playing Voodoo on me at my street
I've been better yeah
I've been doing really, really well
I've been walking through the streets till whoever rings the bell
Nigga I'm working hard
And I don't really, really sweat it (Yeah)
This shit is man-made and I feel like I made it (Yeah)
Don't get into my business, Ima make you eat your brownies (Yeah)
Talk about ice, you don't know how cold feels (Yeah)
Flex with unreal-s, Imma make you go cold feet
Change that fuck face and, now say cheese
Now say cheese
Keep it low-key my nigga, keep it chill (Yeah)
I'm hustling with the homies we trying to pay our bills
I mix the soda with the codeine and smoke a bag of zip
And don't you touch me when I'm tripping
(Don't you disturb my sleep)
Don't you prefer the fame to keep
Cause me I only want the cheese
It's Cheaz Tha Nikka In the building I'm bout to make me rich
Bout to fuck shit up with my OGs
Get popping in this bitch
I had to jot down them fake niggas
And cross 'em off the list
Keep it realest ain't no kidding, we shitty like that
Keep it on lock and throw they keys, yeah
No Kizzy (aight bet)
She give top so long she started feeling dizzy
She swallowed all her pills and my children
I be blowing out her back
Yeah my nigga keep it keyed (Keyed)
I'm making noise like I'm gearing 16 V, aye
Who would have thought I'll be back on my feet (Yeah)
Grannies playing Voodoo on me at my street
I've been better yeah
I've been doing really, really well
I've been walking through the streets till whoever rings the bell
Nigga I'm working hard
And I don't really, really sweat it (Yeah)
This shit is man-made and I feel like I made it (Yeah)
Don't get into my business, Ima make you eat your brownies (Yeah)
Talk about ice, you don't know how cold feels (Yeah)
Flex with unreal-s, Imma make you go cold feet
Change that fuck face and, now say cheese
Now say cheese
Keep it low-key my nigga, keep it chill (Yeah)
I'm hustling with the homies we trying to pay our bills
I mix the soda with the codeine and smoke a bag of zip
And don't you touch me when I'm tripping
(Don't you disturb my sleep)
Don't you prefer the fame to keep
Cause me I only want the cheese
It's Cheaz Tha Nikka In the building I'm bout to make me rich
Bout to fuck shit up with my OGs
Get popping in this bitch
I had to jot down them fake niggas
And cross 'em off the list
Keep it realest ain't no kidding, we shitty like that
Keep it on lock and throw they keys, yeah
No Kizzy (aight bet)
She give top so long she started feeling dizzy
She swallowed all her pills and my children
I be blowing out her back
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Writer(s): Mpumelelo Ndabayipheli
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