They be throwin shade, pillow talking so blatantly
Fake smiles, fake handshakes, they tryna hate on me
I just got the grass cut, now look at all these snakes I see
That eight on me, we play for keeps, dat cake on me, no bakery
I said be patient C, these niggas ain't paying we
We gon get that spready first, come back pay to make em bleed
Though I rather stunt on niggas, new coupes every month on niggas
Smoking off the balconies and ashing out the blunts on niggas
Yeah
Tired of being humble
Cooking beef, no fries, five guys slide wit a 9 tryn buss you
I just fly by sky high Kurt Russel
When you die thats the only time they say they love you
Said if you don't ride, its bye bye, 5 high, then f*ck you
If you ain't fam or none of the guys, we don't trust you
Mark our names top 5, the last spot say us 2
Far as you rap guys, one line, we don't discuss you
Still kick it wit da young boys, Im Mr. Miyagi
We chop it up about blocks and tryna cop a Denali
The cops watch then we outtie, we play da block by da alley
Around the clock ain't no stoppin, we get it poppin like molly
Said if its basic its not me, hottest rockin the box see
Whether is music or ya new chick, either way they gon spot me
Killas rocking behind me, Keep the realest beside me
So make ya mind up, get bodied or clear da path for the posse
NewzFlash, nobody wanna hear a broke nigga
So we been in the kitchen, tunnel vision, working dope nigga
But if ya chain real, then Im coming for ya throat nigga
Hand it over, licenses revoked nigga Yeah
Hoe nigga, never gon choke unlike most niggas
Toast niggas, George Zimmerman how I smoke niggas
Game full of sharks, Im just tryna stay afloat nigga
Shots got em dodging like Ali on the ropes nigga
Flyy Guy Jai & Chuck 50 - Realax (Intro) Lyrics
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They be throwin shade, pillow talking so blatantly
Fake smiles, fake handshakes, they tryna hate on me
I just got the grass cut, now look at all these snakes I see
That eight on me, we play for keeps, dat cake on me, no bakery
I said be patient C, these niggas ain't paying we
We gon get that spready first, come back pay to make em bleed
Though I rather stunt on niggas, new coupes every month on niggas
Smoking off the balconies and ashing out the blunts on niggas
Yeah
Tired of being humble
Cooking beef, no fries, five guys slide wit a 9 tryn buss you
I just fly by sky high Kurt Russel
When you die thats the only time they say they love you
Said if you don't ride, its bye bye, 5 high, then f*ck you
If you ain't fam or none of the guys, we don't trust you
Mark our names top 5, the last spot say us 2
Far as you rap guys, one line, we don't discuss you
Still kick it wit da young boys, Im Mr. Miyagi
We chop it up about blocks and tryna cop a Denali
The cops watch then we outtie, we play da block by da alley
Around the clock ain't no stoppin, we get it poppin like molly
Said if its basic its not me, hottest rockin the box see
Whether is music or ya new chick, either way they gon spot me
Killas rocking behind me, Keep the realest beside me
So make ya mind up, get bodied or clear da path for the posse
NewzFlash, nobody wanna hear a broke nigga
So we been in the kitchen, tunnel vision, working dope nigga
But if ya chain real, then Im coming for ya throat nigga
Hand it over, licenses revoked nigga Yeah
Hoe nigga, never gon choke unlike most niggas
Toast niggas, George Zimmerman how I smoke niggas
Game full of sharks, Im just tryna stay afloat nigga
Shots got em dodging like Ali on the ropes nigga
Fake smiles, fake handshakes, they tryna hate on me
I just got the grass cut, now look at all these snakes I see
That eight on me, we play for keeps, dat cake on me, no bakery
I said be patient C, these niggas ain't paying we
We gon get that spready first, come back pay to make em bleed
Though I rather stunt on niggas, new coupes every month on niggas
Smoking off the balconies and ashing out the blunts on niggas
Yeah
Tired of being humble
Cooking beef, no fries, five guys slide wit a 9 tryn buss you
I just fly by sky high Kurt Russel
When you die thats the only time they say they love you
Said if you don't ride, its bye bye, 5 high, then f*ck you
If you ain't fam or none of the guys, we don't trust you
Mark our names top 5, the last spot say us 2
Far as you rap guys, one line, we don't discuss you
Still kick it wit da young boys, Im Mr. Miyagi
We chop it up about blocks and tryna cop a Denali
The cops watch then we outtie, we play da block by da alley
Around the clock ain't no stoppin, we get it poppin like molly
Said if its basic its not me, hottest rockin the box see
Whether is music or ya new chick, either way they gon spot me
Killas rocking behind me, Keep the realest beside me
So make ya mind up, get bodied or clear da path for the posse
NewzFlash, nobody wanna hear a broke nigga
So we been in the kitchen, tunnel vision, working dope nigga
But if ya chain real, then Im coming for ya throat nigga
Hand it over, licenses revoked nigga Yeah
Hoe nigga, never gon choke unlike most niggas
Toast niggas, George Zimmerman how I smoke niggas
Game full of sharks, Im just tryna stay afloat nigga
Shots got em dodging like Ali on the ropes nigga
Writer: Cornel Taylor, Jair Houi
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Flyy Guy Jai & Chuck 50
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Cornel Taylor, Jair Houi