ORIGAMI

If ion get it
Who gon get it for me
Yall can keep the fame
All I want is glory
Narrating stories of a trench baby
Junkies pouring 40's on the concrete
Wont make it here if your mind weak
Streets cold
It aint hard to find heat though
The way niggas shooting with ease be foul
A bullet feel more like a free throw
Shit I be saying could make change
But I aint spending one dime on a cheap hoe
Act like a demon you see red
Don't run come catch a fade like deebo
We know Nas been ready for smoke
Like stoners be when its time to light a pre roll
No more heroes left in my city
West philly feel more like gotahm
Cant everybody be batman
Prolly why all my young niggas robbing
Shit really conniving full of hate
This aint no place to thrive in
They keep telling me pressure burst pipes
But somehow it just made me a diamond
Treat music like I was dope fein
Cant sleep less I'm get more lines in

If they dont let me in then im kicking in doors
They buried me from the concrete grew a rose
Was sleeping on floors
Now we doing show
Till we on the road
Stuck to the code
If you was me nigga you probably would fold
If you was me nigga you probably would fold

If they dont let me in then im kicking in doors
They buried me from the concrete grew a rose
Was sleeping on floors
Now we doing show
Till we on the road
Stuck to the code
If you was me nigga you probably would fold
If you was me nigga you probably would fold

Thought I was ready to get it as soon as I got it
A nigga aint know what to do
Im in the stu till like two in the morning
Recording been tryna put on the whole crew
Niggas dont know what I had to go through
I know the music I make overdue
I had so much on my plate
Wasnt making yall wait on it
I was just playing it cool

Came a long way from them hand me down clothes
I dont fuck with lame niggas
I dont trust hoes
I aint come to play with you
I just want doe
I just want more cause I aint going back to poor
So

If they dont let me in then im kicking in doors
They buried me from the concrete grew a rose
Was sleeping on floors
Now we doing show
Till we on the road
Stuck to the code
If you was me nigga you probably would fold
If you was me nigga you probably would fold

If they dont let me in then im kicking in doors
They buried me from the concrete grew a rose
Was sleeping on floors
Now we doing show
Till we on the road
Stuck to the code
If you was me nigga you probably would fold
If you was me nigga you probably would fold

Came a long way from them hand me down clothes
I dont fuck with lame niggas
I dont trust hoes
I aint come to play with you
I just want doe
I just want more cause I aint going back to poor

Came a long way from them hand me down clothes
I dont fuck with lame niggas
I dont trust hoes
I aint come to play with you
I just want doe
I just want more cause I aint going back to poor

I aint going back
Nooooooo
No I aint going back
Noooooo
And I could never sell my
Soulllllll
Nigga If you was me you would fold



Credits
Writer(s): J.t Chandler, Nasier Dean
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