Dane Lawrence - TSIH lyrics

rate me

That’s right

I’m tired of niggas acting like bitches

I’m tired of bitches acting like niggas

And I’m tired of niggas acting

Christmas coming, this my wish list

Though I don’t believe and don’t condone wishing

Wish niggas stop fronting, got back to being real

How you gonna be me if you can’t be yourself?

How you gonna walk in my shoes, you can’t afford them

How you wanna swerve in my lane, and wait for ‘em

…just bought the paper plane with one of the pilots

Wheels up on the come down, wish I came down

Turn off all that noise, it’s time to turn down

Niggas whiling for what? Niggas while ‘cause they sucks

Screaming and yelling, my nigga, why you mad at us?

They ain’t got this movie shit in this city with a gourmet chick sitting pretty

You all forgive me

In the middle of where all be

Tryna pick up this money before the dog creek

‘Cause when that noise, her mouth, that’s when they all speak

And when they talk, that mouth, you can ignore me

I’d rather be low, homie, I’d rather be known

As not being known for anything after the flow

I made bad boys move in silence, don’t we?

My Gwen Stefani bitches, they don’t speak

You get on this mission, you ball peak

We living for the winners that don’t breathe

But showed us how to live it on both feet

And me and my kneecaps is fine

Never had to beg or relapse for mine

I reach back for mine where heavy body is straight

So keep that in mind if you ever out of your lane

But 718’er who’s stuck in the past

So for 40 acres in cash somebody have your way, pay up, you know

Yeah, Martin had a dream, they ain’t got a vision

Obama made a speech, they ain’t rocked the river

Malcolm said by any mean, they tried to kill him

Mandela just tired of trying to live for real, may he rest in peace

Pay the prices of freed to cheat paying your dues

Too broke to pay attention, you know me, no slacking, I can’t fail

Your money talk pig Latin, it ain’t real

Each day I’mma rock till doomsday, my last breath screaming it’s gourmet

All day, all times forever, it’s my time, the timing couldn’t be better

You either winning or losing, there ain’t no in-between

No draws, no times for champagne, this that top black flow, pour the champagne

We let the first five go, shift the damn game, it’s my damn name, ha