IamSu! - Su Wit the Afro lyrics
[IamSu! - Su Wit the Afro lyrics]
Running through money and spendin'
All of my clips extended
Haters want hate on the boy
Building me up to destroy
Leaving me without a choice
Show these niggas I'm untouchable
California king bed, three story crib
But I'm not comfortable
I got different type of feelings
In my heart now
Nonbelievers, I don't listen when
They talk now
Top getting closer when I stare it down
Swear the top getting closer when
I stare it down
20 for a show now police in the background
Rarely ever sold low never sell my soul
Young nigga out here running laps
'round these five souls
I go back to sweep 'for I go broke
Get that money, keep that money
Make that money flip
Hartsfield-Jackson back and forth
I did a hundred trips
Broke through the glass ceiling
Like it don't exist
Plus I'm so good at my job
I'm getting bonuses
Walk inside the Harlot and the
DJ is announcing us
We just wanna party why these
People keep harassing us
Fuck these blood suckers
I be belated to play Count Dracula
Extremely intelligent, exceptional vernacular
Labels tryna capture us
But it's not adding up
Y'all took the elevator, me
I took the ladder up
When I'm up that bat, I up my stance
They yelling batter up bored with this flow
So it's time to switch the pattern up
Back like I never left
More in tune, more in depth
Got order in my steps
Lost when my granny left
Lost when my uncle left
Got me wondering who next
Devil playing tricks on me
Dangling money and sex
Fight through the war for respect
Momma raised a bull
When I see the mic, I see red
Hard to keep my cool
An educated African, on beats I do the fool
Swear to God I use this rapping shit
To pay my way through school
All of my clips extended
Haters want hate on the boy
Building me up to destroy
Leaving me without a choice
Show these niggas I'm untouchable
California king bed, three story crib
But I'm not comfortable
I got different type of feelings
In my heart now
Nonbelievers, I don't listen when
They talk now
Top getting closer when I stare it down
Swear the top getting closer when
I stare it down
20 for a show now police in the background
Rarely ever sold low never sell my soul
Young nigga out here running laps
'round these five souls
I go back to sweep 'for I go broke
Get that money, keep that money
Make that money flip
Hartsfield-Jackson back and forth
I did a hundred trips
Broke through the glass ceiling
Like it don't exist
Plus I'm so good at my job
I'm getting bonuses
Walk inside the Harlot and the
DJ is announcing us
We just wanna party why these
People keep harassing us
Fuck these blood suckers
I be belated to play Count Dracula
Extremely intelligent, exceptional vernacular
Labels tryna capture us
But it's not adding up
Y'all took the elevator, me
I took the ladder up
When I'm up that bat, I up my stance
They yelling batter up bored with this flow
So it's time to switch the pattern up
Back like I never left
More in tune, more in depth
Got order in my steps
Lost when my granny left
Lost when my uncle left
Got me wondering who next
Devil playing tricks on me
Dangling money and sex
Fight through the war for respect
Momma raised a bull
When I see the mic, I see red
Hard to keep my cool
An educated African, on beats I do the fool
Swear to God I use this rapping shit
To pay my way through school