Hyde Park Flows

Bitches still tryna' get they way
Niggas still pandering to these hoes everyday

(Yeah)
I'm still the boy from the way
Them Redland Road days
I seen family still slave to the vices
I seen family in the graves 'cause the vices
I seen family get paid 'cause the vices
I seen friends lose they way when it's decisive
Niggas I went to bat for throwing curves tryna' strike me
The shit that I'm kickin' they don't want to hear it
It's fourth and inches I swear they tryna' ice me
Bitches wanna be wifey
They wanna ring but they shiesty
Sale 'em a dream they gon' buy it
If you got gold they gon' mine it
Niggas still talkin' spicy
Tryna bait and entice me
I'm too wavy don't try me
Subtweetin' and crying
See it's all about timing, I see it all, but stay silent
The Sleaze gotta remind 'em
I be ready to line 'em
I seen cells and violence
I seen murder in front of me, I'm no stranger to bodies
I'm too elusive for the jakes and the opps
Climbing heights you niggas can only hope to top
Niggas who want me to drop
Behind closed doors playing they favorite bops
From the same boy who keep braking locks
It's all good I got the keys now they safe and locked
They say a lot, but I promise they not saying a lot
They watching everything I post planning to plot
They push they shit way back every time that I drop
These schemes that I hatch make these plans hard to knock
And you keep egging me on just leave you with sunny tops
(Yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Bennett
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