MIKE, King Carter - awalkingharlem lyrics
[MIKE, King Carter - awalkingharlem lyrics]
La-look, one of one, I am unguardable
Niggas ain't picked the right play
I call it audible
No, I'm not a fan, fuck your movement
I want my pockets fat, overweight
Eating everything on my plate
Doing right and killing everything, no Drake
Nowadays rappers are fake
Everybody acting when the cameras be around
With the
White people smile but the tough guy actions
White guy accent, according to your actions
You're acting
I put that on the late Michael Jackson
No, this ain't a diss, this is a message
Now, sorry, if I'm coming off aggressive
When it comes to rap, I gotta snap
Praying for a stack with rubber bands, cash
They say I couldn't do it so I did, that
RIP to Shawty Lo one time
RIP khalif Browder one time
If you see me running it's from one time
If anything matters, bitch, it's black lives
Back from the dead and I grew dreads
Outlaw thug life, bitch, that's my philosophy
SLUms NYC 'til my next life
Divorced the streets, that's my ex-wife
Suicidal doors, I'm screaming "Fuck life"
La-look
Yeah, I swear I see life kinda different
Your mind on the prize but
Your eyes where it isn't
These hands hold mics, not tickets
You don't got bread, nigga
You don't gotta sweat it
The niggas in the front is my witness
All my niggas gonna go
They don't even need permission
Headed to the goal, backstepping to the pivot
Nigga, I done seen the trenches
I done seen the rooftops
City type pretentious
They be humbled in a new spot
I ain't with the crown but it
Fitted like a tube sock
Split it if the Lug' pop
I've been out here playing with
These niggas like a jukebox
Working out here, chasing
You'll be waiting 'til the nuke drop
And you kiddies stop acting
Like your truths not
From two fifty, going up, make the roof clog
And it brought a different pattern
With my shoes stomp
And fake money ain't shit to the true guap
Cocoa run, make the lift do it's true job
I'ma run for the lick, I'ma move shop
I'ma jump for the spliff, I'ma jump
Niggas ain't picked the right play
I call it audible
No, I'm not a fan, fuck your movement
I want my pockets fat, overweight
Eating everything on my plate
Doing right and killing everything, no Drake
Nowadays rappers are fake
Everybody acting when the cameras be around
With the
White people smile but the tough guy actions
White guy accent, according to your actions
You're acting
I put that on the late Michael Jackson
No, this ain't a diss, this is a message
Now, sorry, if I'm coming off aggressive
When it comes to rap, I gotta snap
Praying for a stack with rubber bands, cash
They say I couldn't do it so I did, that
RIP to Shawty Lo one time
RIP khalif Browder one time
If you see me running it's from one time
If anything matters, bitch, it's black lives
Back from the dead and I grew dreads
Outlaw thug life, bitch, that's my philosophy
SLUms NYC 'til my next life
Divorced the streets, that's my ex-wife
Suicidal doors, I'm screaming "Fuck life"
La-look
Yeah, I swear I see life kinda different
Your mind on the prize but
Your eyes where it isn't
These hands hold mics, not tickets
You don't got bread, nigga
You don't gotta sweat it
The niggas in the front is my witness
All my niggas gonna go
They don't even need permission
Headed to the goal, backstepping to the pivot
Nigga, I done seen the trenches
I done seen the rooftops
City type pretentious
They be humbled in a new spot
I ain't with the crown but it
Fitted like a tube sock
Split it if the Lug' pop
I've been out here playing with
These niggas like a jukebox
Working out here, chasing
You'll be waiting 'til the nuke drop
And you kiddies stop acting
Like your truths not
From two fifty, going up, make the roof clog
And it brought a different pattern
With my shoes stomp
And fake money ain't shit to the true guap
Cocoa run, make the lift do it's true job
I'ma run for the lick, I'ma move shop
I'ma jump for the spliff, I'ma jump