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caught up - zayside lyrics

[intro: zayside and pmo $howtime]
my name is izaiah jordan, it’s showtime
yeah
zayside, you know the best side
man, you know the movement n*gga
we in the studio my n*gga (yeah)

[verse 1: zayside]
yeah, the dope fiends on the corner posted
my little n*gga pushing weight, keep the business of the city open
never lacking, brodie always toting
so let a n*gga run up on his bag, he leave that n*gga floatin’
g*o*d that’s the residence
i took another route
give these n*ggas h*ll because i’m heaven sent
we hit your noodle for eleven cents
strictly bout the principle
to get our point across
yeah, the message sent
yeah, yeah, i know they plottin’ on me
but my circle like a band carry, drums how they rockin’ for me
to the top and they watchin’ on me
in they feelings
n*ggas stuck, give a f*ck, need some dollas on me
mandated that i make a flip, ali i know is hussle
rich, rolling through the city like my name was nip
ten toes, stick it to the script
n*gga, don’t get clipped
n*ggas better play they roll and n*ggas bound to trip (uh)
[chorus: pmo $howtime]
got about a hunnid on me, gotta keep it on me
n*ggas fronted on me, now they letchin’ on me
they use to want me, now they breathin’ on me
new balenciagas spent six hundred for these sneakers on me
baby i don’t love you the way i used to love you
but i still want to f*ck you, like i used to f*ck you
got to keep it on me and in fear, no i can’t fumble
got to keep a float, these n*ggas tryna keep me under
yeah

[verse 2: pmo $howtime]
i’m tryna find my way out, i’m caught up in this d*mn thang
baby tryna pop me, cause i’m poppin’ like some champagne
when i get it started, ain’t no stoppin’, like a d*mn train
and n*ggas mad ’cause they ain’t in the picture, like a d*mn frame
yeah
i’m still caught up in the same thang
i swear a n*gga try, but i can’t change, yeah
and i’m so caught up in my ways, but i still made it
out the hood

[verse 3: zayside]
i’ve been doing numbers, what you talkin’ bout?
caught up in the field, throw that pitch, they gon’ knock it out
you wasn’t with me, i was down, you never lent the arm
really had to get it on my lonely, n*ggas let me starve
n*ggas know i said “i’m good”, i get it on my own
so when i make it out the city, don’t call my phone (don’t hit me up n*gga)
f*ck the suckas, no assistance when i need a plan
normal n*ggas get it normal, got them needin’ out my hand
misunderstood, it’s obvious that they don’t understand
’til i get some papers, father’s dead, i’m finna have it grand
yeah, yeah, i’m finna have it grand
feel like juicethegod, with a stack in my team, hunnids in the sand
(uh, yeah, uh)
[chorus: pmo $howtime]
got about a hunnid on me, gotta keep it on me
n*ggas fronted on me, now they letchin’ on me
they use to want me, now they breathin’ on me
new balenciagas spent six hundred for these sneakers on me
baby i don’t love you the way i used to love you
but i still want to f*ck you, like i used to f*ck you
got to keep it on me and in fear, no i can’t fumble
got to keep a float, these n*ggas tryna keep me under
yeah

- zayside lyrics

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