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End of the third round
As I put the phone down
Chasing the same lines
Over the old ground

I’m pushing zero
Where is my hero?
He’s out there somewhere
Left of the middle

And your world falls down
And you’re there calling out
But it’s something I can’t say
Though it seems the only way
But it’s a game that I can’t play
Not today

I got my ticket
And I got a straight road
But I’m passing the same signs
Over and over

And my world falls down
And I’m there calling out
But it’s something I can’t say
Though it’s seems the only way
But it’s a game that I can’t play
Not today

And my world falls down
And you’re there calling out
But it’s something I can’t say
Though it’s seems the only way
But it’s a game that I can’t play
Not today

I need to tell you
Trying to get through
It’s not always easy
Left of the middle

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O’bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo, growin’ up in the middle
Windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
A nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
Sister said I need to do somethin’ about them beedy-beed naps
Snackin’ on Andy Capp’s with a pickle and a quarter water
Walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman
But when he had the long hair
You know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin’
I cried as he gave me that bald fade
Afro puffs hit the flo’, symbolic of sheddin’ my innocence
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists or mathematicians
With algebraic, calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
Like a perm burned off my happiness, I sat silently acquiescent, pitfalls of adolescence
Spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
Playing around in the hallway like one of Santa’s elves
"You wanna goto jail?", "Hell naw, mister security!"
Got sent to the principal for my potty mouth
Talkin’ bout some, "give me your number so we can call the house"
But gimme got shot, so the ink stainin’ my record now
You pull a comb thru my afro that shit’ll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
Rollin’ my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come?
How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
How come, how come?
Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
How come, how come?
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo’
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don’t wanna sing the Star-Spangled Banner
Unless it’s produced by David Banner
Elbows on the lunch table, eatin’ on a gravy sammich
Lil’ nigga, no table manners
Crazy it attracted shawty’s
On the back of the bus gettin’ neck had a knack for noggin’
Lil’ nick at nighttime
Googlin’ booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
My block was a Rubix
Anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock
And they could not ice cube it, damn
Mama, I don’t like this school shit
Fuck an alogarithm, I’ll log into the music, damn
Daddy, I don’t like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
All my teachers think I’m challenged mentally
But my mental skrong, know who I wanna be
Instantly began a surgery
Bada-bing, Voila!, made wings wit the words, Hallelujah, Yah bitch, Yah!
All my blessings came when I accepted I’m not y’all
I been put it down the line like laundry
They told find something more concrete
Now a lil’ nigga breakin’ concrete
Praises to God I ain’t no convict
They’ll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Since my cradle hit the flo
Tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come?
How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
How come, how come?
Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
How come, how come?
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo’
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Chorus: Syd]
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you so
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you, girl

[Verse 1: Syd]
You could be the one, you could be my favorite
We could be in love if we keep datin’
Baby, I could beat it up, I can catch the fade with it
Take the mask off, I can put my face in it
You ain’t gotta trip, we can vacation
Take you all around the world and give you paper planes
If I only hit it once, it would be a shame, wouldn’t it?
Tell me what you want, I’m tired of the baitin’

[Pre-Chorus: Syd]
I can do you wrong if you want, babe
Would it keep me on your mind long enough, babe?
Should I be nice, should I be rude?
Do I text twice? Do I play cool?
I can do you wrong if you want, babe

[Chorus: Syd & Leven Kali]
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you so
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you, girl

[Verse 2: Leven Kali]
Oh you can be the one, you can be the only
If you wanna be my girl or just the homie
I can give you love, I can play it cool for you
I can pick you up or send a pool for you
If I use my tongue, baby would you like that?
If you wanna bite, baby girl, I bite back
I can show you somethin’, this could be a lesson
So tell me what you want, I’m tired of the guessin’, babe

[Pre-Chorus: Leven Kali]
I can do you wrong if you want, babe
Would it keep me on your mind long enough, baby?
Should I be nice, should I be rude?
Do I text twice? Do I play cool?
I can do you wrong if you want, babe

[Chorus: Leven Kali & Syd]
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you so
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you, girl

[Bridge: Leven Kali & Syd]
Oh, I really want you, girl
Oh, what I want, yeah
I can’t read your mind, I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, I, I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, I, I can’t read your mind
Baby won’t you let me ride?

[Outro: Leven Kali]
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you, girl

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Cause my b*tch no plantiff

Cleo, what you thinkin?

Let me count up, placement
Freddy versus Jason
Smoking backwoods
Ain’t no swishers baby
Smoking all these woods
At the fireplace
Stuffing all these woods
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place

She don’t wanna leave (hey)
I’m like Gandhi, gotta peace
She’s a bully, hey, she just want to tease
Niggas bully hey, funny, Steve Harvey
I got lots of money now, so people gone change me
I got lots of money now, I don’t keep no change on me
I got lots of money now, this money look strange to me
I got lots of money now, I think it invaded me

Cleo, what you thinkin?
Let me count up, placement
Freddy versus Jason
Smoking backwoods
Ain’t no swishers baby
Smoking all these woods
At the fireplace
Stuffing all these woods
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place

[Intro]
That’s right
Go DJ Helfner Checkin in
We gone do this one time for the real niggas mayne
We done with all that fuck shit dog
Hahaha
Lets go

[Hook]
Yall don’t get that money like we are
Smoke good and get lunches like we are
Yall don’t be cross country like we are
That’s just how that shit goes
Get worse or get better like we are
Keep it real forever like we are
Don’t get they girls wetter like we are
That’s just how that shit goes

[Verse 1]
Listen
1996 when I started this shit and I’m still here
Started off with nothing and turned it into something a lot hundred dolla bills here
Very few rich niggas whole lotta bitch niggas that’s just how it is here
Not just from this city I run this city look at everything I did here
January 19 Josepgh Wayne Mcvey day a real nigga holiday
Where real niggas show love the real niggas get all the unreal niggas out the way
Look if you a hater and you always hating man fuck you and that’s all I gotta say
And if you see me with a bad bitch I didn’t have to spend shit I be damn if Ima pay
One time for my people trying to find a better way
Trying to put food on the table running from the popo everyday
Chasing opportunity like bitch you ain’t gone get away
Either you gone get better or you gone get gone I ain’t hearing that shit today

[Hook]
Yall go get that money like we are
Smoke good and get lunches like we are
Yall don’t be cross country like we are
That’s just how that shit goes
Get worse or get better like we are
Keep it real forever like we are
Don’t get their girls wetter like we are
That’s just how that shit goes

[Verse 2]
Thanksgiving we gone pass out turkeys
And for Christmas we pass out gifts
If somebody try to play with my money call my hitman let em pass out hits
And we always serios even if you tell a funny joke we don’t laugh bout shit
Let me find out you been raping our women when we see you you gone get your ass stumped out quick
We ain’t smokin on none of that reggie baby we smoking loud
Soon as I inhale I’m already fucked up as soon as I blow it out
I got everything I need at the house already so Im not going out
Stripper poles and strippers a bartender at the bar
And my war room ready I’m ready to go to war
Try to run up you gona get in the head
No mannequin challenge you really dead
Real street nigga, but a real CEO too I’m in the black I ain’t never in the red
I’m always working always on my feet if I ain’t getting head I ain’t in the bed
Looking at you lazy ass niggas like shaking my head you ain’t even gotta wonder what I said

[Hook]
Yall go get that money like we are
Smoke good and get lunches like we are
Yall don’t be cross country like we are
That’s just how that shit goes
Get worse or get better like we are
Keep it real forever like we are
Don’t get their girls wetter like we are
That’s just how that shit goes