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Within Lyrics - Artist : Azizi Gibson
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Sticky fingers Sticky fingers, you ain't tipping, so I'm gon' get my back up Angry engine, five percenters on all crooked agendas I'm just squinting, tryna see who the fuck up in my niggas No more entry, we got real niggas over here, we chilling You blinded by all the skin that you see on social media Try to cry but then you realize you're your own worst enemy Rappers dying, we all know why but they ain't have take Nipsey We outta line 'cause ain't nobody taking accountability Uh, so fuck it, I'ma count up in this Bentley Mmh, have some bitches with me, mmh, have the liquor in me Gotta keep the piece beside me if they try to test me Rather have it on me when they come arrest me Ay, they say a nigga never learned his lesson Nah, I'm just tryna ball to the last second Dog, I'm tryna hold it down for my residents And they ask, "Where you going, where you from, where you headed?" I cross left and beat the full-court press they had Defenders everywhere but what's the fourth to break a sweat Never been 'bout the approach, it's more about coming correct That's why I don't fuck with many niggas, I'ma just bother myself I used to take the long train, we had to upgrade To spin wheels and clog links and eat a large steak Doing events and small shares, was a long year Nigga burned a hundred squares, ain't even shed a whole tear, I been prepared My parents raised me to be strong When I ain't belong I ride the storm until it meets the calm I been trapping songs while these niggas cap along [?] no space in my tragic car to clash [?] Niggas getting classics off and standing tall, watching niggas crash and fall Like Jack and the beanstalk, my axe sharp Tryna keep my racks tall and move like a asshole Play the board and pass go, or stay alone and dodge smoke Ah, so I'ma count up in this fucking Bentley singing Smashing bitches with me, I ain't had the liquor in me, ay Gotta keep a piece beside me if they try to test me (I dare you) I'd rather have it on me when they come arrest me They say niggas never, ever learn they lessons Nah, we just tryna ball to the last second Dog, I'm just tryna hold it down for my residents And they ask where you going, where you from, where you headed Just like that nigga, ooh Ah, just like that, ooh, ooh, ooh Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah Ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah |
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