Sleepy Hallow, Sheff G - Flows, Pt. 2 lyrics
Sleepy Hallow [Tegan Joshua Anthony Chambers] Jamaica/Brooklyn, New York City, U.S 🇯🇲 🇺🇸
Sheff G [Michael Kyle Williams] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Sleepy Hallow, Sheff G - Flows, Pt. 2 lyrics]
Feelin' pressure
I know they feelin' the pressure
I know they feelin' the pressure
I just been feelin' alone
told her to leave me alone
I want you around matter of fact no I don’t
Indecisive, I know, huh
Rappin' just gave me a passage
To deliver the message
I want you dress off, get you on the mattress
Really wasn't a mattress
Niggas ain't really ya mans niggas
Ain't really ya mans
Cross me, I bet you won't do it again, huh
You better stay in your frame
Better you stay in your lane
They funny, don't chill with them
Bitches ain't wifey material
Ain't wifey material, huh
Word to my mother, I got it, you
Got it, you spittin' to save me, huh
I used to trap out the hoopty on mornin'
Don't let me, just say your prayers
I put the shit that I shock you forever
Might wake up your inner demon
Might change how you view your peoples
Won't change how you see the system
I swear my brothers don't gotta go tourin'
'Cause I'm pickin' on everything for 'em
Devil was callin', I couldn't ignore him
Please do not beef if you cannot afford it
Swear to my mother, I'm never gon' change
Still, I know they gon' lie on my name
Stupid people done pay for the game, game
Game
I know they feelin' the pressure
How you finesse a finesser?
Full price, I don't want any lesser
Back up the choppers if they try to test us
Now, you know I don't rest
'till the bag full
You want smoke? I got Backwoods
Really do it, I don't gotta act hood
I know shawty a baddie, but act good
And you don't want be the one
Flex on the gang, get turned to a t-shirt
Double back on your block, ain't no reverse
How we do it? They thinkin' we rehearse
And she know I came from the bottom so
She gotta give me the top first
If I call you my bro, then I got 'em
Just tell me the problem
We makin' that shit work
Call you my bro, then I got 'em
Just-, we makin' that shit work
I know they feelin' the pressure
I know they feelin' the pressure
I just been feelin' alone
told her to leave me alone
I want you around matter of fact no I don’t
Indecisive, I know, huh
Rappin' just gave me a passage
To deliver the message
I want you dress off, get you on the mattress
Really wasn't a mattress
Niggas ain't really ya mans niggas
Ain't really ya mans
Cross me, I bet you won't do it again, huh
You better stay in your frame
Better you stay in your lane
They funny, don't chill with them
Bitches ain't wifey material
Ain't wifey material, huh
Word to my mother, I got it, you
Got it, you spittin' to save me, huh
I used to trap out the hoopty on mornin'
Don't let me, just say your prayers
I put the shit that I shock you forever
Might wake up your inner demon
Might change how you view your peoples
Won't change how you see the system
I swear my brothers don't gotta go tourin'
'Cause I'm pickin' on everything for 'em
Devil was callin', I couldn't ignore him
Please do not beef if you cannot afford it
Swear to my mother, I'm never gon' change
Still, I know they gon' lie on my name
Stupid people done pay for the game, game
Game
I know they feelin' the pressure
How you finesse a finesser?
Full price, I don't want any lesser
Back up the choppers if they try to test us
Now, you know I don't rest
'till the bag full
You want smoke? I got Backwoods
Really do it, I don't gotta act hood
I know shawty a baddie, but act good
And you don't want be the one
Flex on the gang, get turned to a t-shirt
Double back on your block, ain't no reverse
How we do it? They thinkin' we rehearse
And she know I came from the bottom so
She gotta give me the top first
If I call you my bro, then I got 'em
Just tell me the problem
We makin' that shit work
Call you my bro, then I got 'em
Just-, we makin' that shit work