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not around - gheeskii lyrics

(huh)
i ain’t in a boxing ring but i’m in the studio punchin’ in
n*ggas act like b*tches, they not my brudda, better off callin’ him sis
hope i don’t go down the wrong, feds tryna lock me in
n*ggas goin’ broke buying dumb sh*t, where is your common sense?
no this sh*t weren’t planed, i’m tryna take off like invader zim
no i am not flexible, i swear that i can’t break or bend
my new york b*tch, she look just like she ice spice, she always rockin’, timbs
i be steppin’ on a n*gga neck, i swear i’m always breakin’ limbs
wonder what they say behind your back when you not around?
coulda had it all but you ain’t stay around
risk my freedom in front of the judge, they tryna make a n*gga sit down
had to tell ’em that weren’t it, ’cause they can’t treat me like a clown (huh)

put the turtle neck on with the gucci’s, i dress formal
always switchin’ up in different drips, i’m not normal
n*ggas wanna talk down, when they see me they act cordial
shawty havin’ lockjaw, i get inside her like sum oral*gel
like a barber all my hoes stay in line, they follow orders
n*ggas tryna make it out the hood, i sit beside the motor
yeah my mama raised me but i got the game from my father
growin’ up, i knew i was gon be that n*gga when i’m older
(huh)
n*gga got shot up in the head, he live on life support
know some n*ggas who done broke they legs when jumpin’ off the porch
make it out the hood’s a celebration, we tryna pop a cork
he can’t get no job but he could always get a date for court
married to the money ’cause he know he will not get divorced
my hood turned me wicked, feel like my heart is poison
the city ain’t got no love but do he love it more?
f*ckin’ with sunami, babygirl you tryna ride the wave?
wishin’ we was closer, it feel like we 100 miles away
ballin’ like i’m a.i, i get in her legs just like some braids
got too much at stake, i’m gamblin’ wit my life like parleys
got too much at steak at the restaurant, i was eatin’ t.v dinners
i was with my boys in the hood, they tried to label a young n*gga a menace
f*ck the stereotypes, i put the racks up in society
n*ggas got the evil eye, his b*tch keep on eyeing me
how i came from nun but i got sum? look at the irony
sh*t ain’t black and white, i got the keys just like ivory
had to cut the ties, that was my brother like the isley’s
think that i’m too sick, i need an iv (huh)
feel like lil pump, gotta keep a shorty
feel like love is hate, some n*ggas don’t like me (huh)
had to cross ’em out just like i’m kyrie (huh)
i ain’t in a boxing ring but i’m in the studio punchin’ in
n*ggas act like b*tches, they not my brudda, better off callin’ him sis
hope i don’t go down the wrong, feds tryna lock me in
n*ggas goin’ broke buying dumb sh*t, where is your common sense?
no this sh*t weren’t planed, i’m tryna take off like invader zim
no i am not flexible, i swear that i can’t break or bend
my new york b*tch, she look just like she ice spice, she always rockin’, timbs
i be steppin’ on a n*gga neck, i swear i’m always breakin’ limbs
wonder what they say behind your back when you not around?
coulda had it all but you ain’t stay around
risk my freedom in front of the judge, they tryna make a n*gga sit down
had to tell ’em that weren’t it, ’cause they can’t treat me like a clown

- gheeskii lyrics

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