Key Nyata - They Can't See Me lyrics

rate me

Nigga, I wake up in the morning, roll a blunt and face it

Thank the Lord that a young nigga get to the paper

In this life of sin I don’t see no haters

It’s the life I live and y’all niggas is faking

Not even to Jason, I ain’t never complacent

I won’t never be basic, my mind be racing

I ain’t never gonna catch it

Through your hood, nigga, rep it

Tell a fuck nigga get to stepping

My cuz got the weapon, you can get with it

Feet to your helmet, I don’t gotta aim it

Feel me like bread, bitch, on my grind like I tail slit

Put a Xan’ in my drink and I’m melted

Y’all know I don’t fuck with a fake bitch

Flow tighter than a facelift

She get when the bass hit, I’m a legend in the making, nigga

I cut the safe and I bounce

Nigga, don’t ever miscount so tell me the amount

You ever play this knowing the south

Them bodies go drop in the summer

Ain’t no word of mouth, no snitching, no witness to vision

The killing diminished the talent

We keeping them balanced, who feeling deleted

I’m bringing some savage

Accepting your challenge, why do they think they is competing

We cause of the century, switch the delivery

Money ain’t a sin but the Testament should consider the haters

Gonna just pretend to be players around the industry

Hunting the game and chasing the mula, king and queen, nigga, better believing me

Smoking this sticky leaf …don’t matter at all to me

Riding too slow to peep at the devil, who lurking here

Never gonna stop a thugga, I blow up and a nigga steam

Pop open a Corona, I burn the way I wanna

I blow the smoke right in your face and better not start a problem

I know they don’t want the drama, the farmer, we got them llamas

Trigger release the 40, the sound of the blocka blocka

Why must he have a choppa? ‘Cause he be the top shotter

Bagging and tagging and flop a nigga who oughta get dropped

Federals wanna stop ‘em, addressing the wrong problem

Stacking and racking …

They can’t see me, no

Man, I swear to fucking God y’all niggas can’t see me

My niggas can’t see me

This shit don’t stop, now we grind till the sun beat

Getting money is the motive

Getting money is the motive

Getting money is the motive

Going in like an inmate, so many blunts that I intake

A young nigga, can’t stand straight

But I’m focused, underground like a locust

Make a bad bitch running straight couching

This world is hopeless so I’m rolling up your bitch

You the world to my scoping, you go crazy

Satan has lately been trying to take me but I’ll never fall

Been through it all, I’d probably be dead if it wasn’t for God

I’d probably be on the block, pushing that hard

My dick in your broad, she in love with a god

I seen that, dog, yes, I seen it all

Money on my line so I pick up the call

Money on my line so I pick up the call

Peripheral niggas peeping, why is you homie hating

I see … just take it, forsake it, really ‘cause …

Got his bitch on my team and you know that ass is shaking

So fuck ‘em and never rape ‘em, they dancing like Channing Tatum

He screaming I gotta take ‘em, questions I rely, you know this nigga got the paper

You know that I had to chase ‘em …so expect retaliation

And another gear on a nigga that is hating, the motive is the greatest

My niggas got their payments, hating and switching, that bitch got to shaking

These niggas can’t see me ‘cause I don’t answer to the faking

Fucking the game, you can see the dollars that I’m raping

So watch a nigga make it, make it

They can’t see me, no

Man, I swear to fucking God y’all niggas can’t see me

My niggas can’t see me

This shit don’t stop, now we grind till the sun beat

Getting money is the motive

Getting money is the motive

Getting money is the motive

They can’t see me, no

Man, I swear to fucking God y’all niggas can’t see me

My niggas can’t see me

This shit don’t stop, now we grind till the sun beat

Getting money is the motive

Getting money is the motive

Getting money is the motive