Romy & Michelle
Bro's in jail, dedicated his life to the streets
Told his girl "Hold it down" but she's lying in niggas' sheets
Remember the time I was fried in the T
Saw bro cook like 40 pies in a week
Looking like a bakery, way the pie's in the T
Walk round with a - cause I ain't fighting, my G
Metropolitan always try to life up the team
Metropolitan used to be so violent to me
Gave a cat a rock, now he gave his whole life to me
Give my akh some guap, he'll bring back shanks and machines
Call the wap streetlight the way it light up the street
Dodging feds, cause' I got a least a 9 bar on me
Geeked off 4 xans but like 9 bars on me
I can tell that she's Bajan the way she whining on me
Why the opps love talk and waste their time on me?
Hella bottles of Toseina got me dying in my dreams
When I'm back in NY I keep a lighty on me
And a blonde ting in Brooklyn and she ride in a jeep
And a spanish ting from the Bronx and she buy all my weed
Nigga stop playing with me
Cool
Feel like SugaFree the way I'm pushing on P
Pimp named Slickback P.I.M.P
I just want bread, broke as a YG
Girl I just want head, you can't be my wifey
Rah, it's been a minute since I wore a white tee
Black tee funeral ceremony
Backwoods filled with nothing but the OG
2 white tings looking like Michele and Romy
2 white bricks looking like Michele and Romy
I need to stop playing hold on
Cool
Lately I've been stressed, I've been smoking stogies
Lately I've been stressed, I miss all my homies
It don't feel the same without em' I feel lonely
Niggas talk about me like they even know me
Before the music ting you wouldn't wan' know me
I sold hella light and b to the dope fiends
The way I work hard, I deserve a trophy
I've seen SoundCloud rappers turn to dope fiends
Got no time for clout I'm just spitting poetry
Always relapse off drank when I'm overseas
From the age of 19, brudda, I've been overseas
Putting in hella work, hoping that they notice me
The way they took advantage I don't no one to even fucking notice me brudda
Fuck them man
Told his girl "Hold it down" but she's lying in niggas' sheets
Remember the time I was fried in the T
Saw bro cook like 40 pies in a week
Looking like a bakery, way the pie's in the T
Walk round with a - cause I ain't fighting, my G
Metropolitan always try to life up the team
Metropolitan used to be so violent to me
Gave a cat a rock, now he gave his whole life to me
Give my akh some guap, he'll bring back shanks and machines
Call the wap streetlight the way it light up the street
Dodging feds, cause' I got a least a 9 bar on me
Geeked off 4 xans but like 9 bars on me
I can tell that she's Bajan the way she whining on me
Why the opps love talk and waste their time on me?
Hella bottles of Toseina got me dying in my dreams
When I'm back in NY I keep a lighty on me
And a blonde ting in Brooklyn and she ride in a jeep
And a spanish ting from the Bronx and she buy all my weed
Nigga stop playing with me
Cool
Feel like SugaFree the way I'm pushing on P
Pimp named Slickback P.I.M.P
I just want bread, broke as a YG
Girl I just want head, you can't be my wifey
Rah, it's been a minute since I wore a white tee
Black tee funeral ceremony
Backwoods filled with nothing but the OG
2 white tings looking like Michele and Romy
2 white bricks looking like Michele and Romy
I need to stop playing hold on
Cool
Lately I've been stressed, I've been smoking stogies
Lately I've been stressed, I miss all my homies
It don't feel the same without em' I feel lonely
Niggas talk about me like they even know me
Before the music ting you wouldn't wan' know me
I sold hella light and b to the dope fiends
The way I work hard, I deserve a trophy
I've seen SoundCloud rappers turn to dope fiends
Got no time for clout I'm just spitting poetry
Always relapse off drank when I'm overseas
From the age of 19, brudda, I've been overseas
Putting in hella work, hoping that they notice me
The way they took advantage I don't no one to even fucking notice me brudda
Fuck them man
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Other Album Tracks
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- Sleep Longer, You'll Be Ok 2
- sometimes things need to leave for you to really appreciate it
- EVERYONE WHO MOVES TO CALIFORNIA WISHES THAT THEY DIDN’T
- DXM SHAWTY
- KREASHAWN RIDDIM
- You Really Thought This Would Be Easy? (DELUXE)
- Gray Skies & Hazard Lights
- You Really Thought This Would Be Easy? - EP
- MAMBO SAUCE
- Lipstick
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