Chicken
Hey
Hey
Yeah
Stacking that cheese tryna do what I do
These niggas the same tryna throw up the deuce
You niggas is lame, don't play with my name
I'm not with the games, if so you gon lose
I'm tryna get paid, tryna do what I do
Don't wanna be lame, cookin' in the Stu'
No, you can't be Jame, it's not the same lane
I'm fly like a plane, you gotta be you
Damn, I wanted to teach her like Phonics
She did it again, that's ironic
I knock coins out that boy talkin' Sonic
Yeah, she tellin' me, please just be honest
But when I said that same thing
She looked at me like it's a challenge
Now I'm back on my own thing
DND so I don't hear the phone ring
I was lost but I'm not talkin' Coldplay
Want a submissive , bitch, she got obey
We got spices like Old Bay
And we play like the Sharks in San Jose
We was fuckin', she askin' me, "hold me"
Now I blow in her mouth, talking propane
And I'm back and I'm better
Cook in the lab, white, coat like I'm Dexter
Leakin' their chair, pushin' buttons, he better
Respect us like suits, ain't talkin' Harvey Specter
Niggas, they foul, workin' with them jesters
They was actin' wild, couldn't find defenders
Lonely since a child, tryna get my bread up
Lonely even now, tryna keep my head up
Lonely in this shit wild
Stackin' that cheese, tryna do what I do
These niggas the same, tryna throw up the deuce
You niggas is lame, don't play with my name
I'm not with the games if so you gon' lose
I'm tryna get paid, tryna do what I do
Don't wanna be lame, cookin' in the stu'
No, you can't be Jame, it's not the same lane
I'm fly like a plane, you gotta be, you
Called that bitch, she was lyin
How she fuck on her ex and she cryin
How she mad at me, I'm the one tryin
So I spark up the gas, now I'm flyin
And I was just tryna do better
But I'm guessin' that he get you wetter
It's too hot, man, I won't even sweat her
Lost the trust for you, no, never, never
To get past me, you gotta be clever
And we ball like the Nuggets in Denver
Heart cold ain't talkin' December
Did me wrong, but she don't remember
Like my heart, a five-star defender
Left my heart back in Garden it's empty
Left my trust back in Dallas, it's healthy
When I came back to Philly, it's nutty
Stackin' that cheese, tryna do what I do
These niggas the same, tryna throw up the deuce
You niggas is lame, don't play with my name
I'm not with the games, and so you gon' lose
I'm tryna get paid, tryna do what I do
Don't wanna be lame, cookin' in the stu'
No, you can't be Jame, it's not the same lane
I'm fry like a plane, you gotta be, you
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, no
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