(Back with my people)
Uh
Yo, yo, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
You be with the boys and I’ma be with the dawgs
Blood on the Travies, it serve as a challenge coin
I’m the voice, I had to speak for the org, pastor, preacher
Smashed up weed on the organ, master teachings
Actually couldn’t hold me (
Who’s gonna stop me?
)
I was hungry
Mama made her son read, so I’m hunting glances ’til the peak
That still didn’t feed me
I had to get a feel for the whole thing
Peek in the orbs, speak on what I absorb
Reserved boundariеs, I found a different route to еxplore and run around deep
I told you ’bout the reaching, you found out and screamed, that sound to me like a loss
I had a bad bout with grief and I tossed a match on it
Kerosene, burned the ring down to ashes
And memories, feather feet behind
And ahead of the beat, throwing ’em off
Arriving in the nick of time
These niggas nickel and diming
I’m giving ’em five and sliding, my way up the street
Pretty penny, you my luckiest find, skin copper
Titties bouncing, save a generous slice for me
Please (
I need a piece of this, about this small
)
Please, save a generous slice for me
Change jingling in my pocket
These niggas nickel and diming
I’m giving ’em five, pretty penny, you my luckiest find, skin copper
Titties bouncing, save a generous slice for me
(Please, please, please, please)
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