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LIGHTWERK
The Cool Kids,6LACK,JID
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Yeah, me and Chuck
Check, check, check, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Cool, one
I said, how many bags will it take to feed the fam?
How much status will it take to leave your man?
All of this evil shit I done seen, but y'all
I Kareem these hooks so my whole team could ball
East Atlanta on my back, I wear that shit a different way
Made loads off my misery
No black, so black, pro-black, the nigga Issa Rae
No leftovers on my dinner plate
When I get in my bag, know it's something to fear
When I get in my feelings, know it's something to hear
I got the right idea, inspire niggas, that's a bright idea
Double-cross me if you like, I dare
I'm not really that nice, I swear
Niggas got me fucked up, talking ill, nigga, like I care
Tell 'em have a seat, like, right there
Put you in a chair like Ikea
Light work, spent many nights out here, yeah
You know it ain't many like me
I know how to say the right thing
You know it ain't many like me
I said, I know how to do the right thing (Let's go)
I said, "How many women in this thing without the ring?"
Talk to 'em nice like, "Hi, is that Celine?
That's the ninth one tonight that I done seen"
I take a long pause, then laugh, "Baby, I'm playin'"
Your glass is looking thin, let me splash what you drinking
I swipe, just like the win
Look up, then look again
And I dispersed, just did a digital dash
A nigga got a lil' ghost
She kept grabbin' her phone thinkin' she was finna post me
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How long you gon' act like I ain't the nigga you scared of?
Village can't take care of the bear cubs
Paired up with the snare, I'm killing everything the air touch
Fair enough, I'm living vicarious
Through my fears, I buried 'em
And my tears intoโ intoโ I drowned in the river
Four pound on my hip, I don't slip, I don't own slippers
Hold me down (Hold me down), when your nigga talkin' foul (Talkin' foul)
We deliver more sounds (More sounds) than a symphony
You hear it's me (Uh, look, look)
So who you see when you look in the mirror?
Your appearance is pure, your spirit is priceless, pureness
Sincerest apologies, the pistol's an insurance policy
Anybody who body, you know who ridin' 'bout it
You know it ain't many like 6, though
Never need an intro, yeah
Even through the talk and all the chatter
I can show 'em that I know my family matters, Uncle Winslow
Outdoors, smokin' Indo
Blood don't make you kinfolk
Loyalty is what I sin for
No half-steppin', only ten toes
Now life is at a different tempo
Tempo, tempo
Aight (Aight), this what I wanna say
If you ever had a way to make a way, then make a way
Ayy (Ayy), it's not complicated
The words on my paper heavier than paperweights
What you pay for that?
Can you get that back, nigga?
You ran a whole check up and they still ain't see you?
This ain't no diss, this like fitness
You picked the one to be the one, but you ain't have no discipline
You sittin' in the bed you made, but you don't fit in it
Your leg up in front of that motherfucker, just kickin' it
Just kickin', just kickin'
Get up (Get up)
Ain't nothin' over there, so you can quit acting tough
It's like in your dreams, when you really can't punch
Face your fears or your loved ones gotta run from 'em
You know it ain't many like me
I know how to say the right things
You know it ain't many like me
I said, I know how to do the right thing
You ain't got nowhere to run home to
They got you
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