Medhane - DeyShootin’ lyrics

You already made me late to
Run to my man’s place nigga, my man wavy

Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy yeah
Ayy, ayy ugh, ugh

Handling my shit, missed my mans
And caught a grip
Catch myself if I should slip
(ugh) , ain’t no falling off the cliff
I’ve been calling off them trips
Just gotta get my head right (yeah)
Tryna just be
But it ain’t no love seen nor felt (ugh)
Sense it, I can smell more wealth on the way
My health gon’ decay
Work from dusk ’til the day for
The fruit's of your labor
Fatal with the truth on these papers
‘Member being rude on the wake-up
‘Member I was stooped with the patience (ugh)
Needed newer shoes with the laces (ugh, yeah)
Bruises is aged
Brodie gave me clues to the game
Only fools lose the race, boy, it’s more time
(more time)
I’ve been ducking from the crossfire (fire)
Still seeking shit that I can call mine
Yeah, that I can call mine