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baji - kanye lyrics

i’m ye with the flow, check

you know, it’s really funny how a lotta people tell you they got you
like be it when, what but as soon as you mention your problems, they run away
snakes all around you my brother, you should a noticed
walking round with sweet tongues, they sugar coated
ask your girl, she knows my saliva, i’m bitter
what that mean? i’m the truth stupid n-gga, can’t you tell?
short boy with a plan yeah i’m trying to be bigger
couple homies who down to ride for a n-gga
i’m at the backyard terrace, double cup, getting high off that liquor
got some weed, brother slide me the rizzla
look i’m just trying to pick a smile for the picture, fake a smile for the gram
said its gonn’ be a long night, come on, vibe with your man
i’m feeling like peter pan, higher ground
i’m trying to get to a level where i don’t even gotta write with a pen
and for a show? i’ll get to charge you people 500 grand
and charge a mil or two with time, it depends
you prolly muttering like d-mn baji, is this how cool you do sound?
b-tterflies in my belly, ayy i’m smiling foolishly now
who is this child? short n-gga showing off, but he can rap real good, spitting words
words you can’t pr-nounce
look what i found, pot of gold? narh something close to that
perfection on any beat yeah, that’s why i chose to rap
they tell me slow it down brother, how am i supposed to act?
how am i supposed to separate myself from those who trap?
matter of fact, do as thou wilt, i will do as i please
i am not a guy from the hood, not a dude from the street
it is my life my brother, i will choose to believe
in whatever i see fit, go on crucify me
if they could do jesus christ, then who do i be?
to those emcees stealing bars, men, you defy me
and y’all use the term ‘rapper’ way too often these days
wanna go toe to toe with me? bring a coffin in case
i put the nails to it, whisper like sweet dreams
married to the money, i call her princess fiona, my b-tch green
talking ‘bout bars, what’s sixteen?
man, i could do a 78, while i sip lean and p-ss clean
please, you don’t wanna see the old me, i was a sick teen
used to picture me on a big screen
fat pockets, all of my thick jeans
nothing but my rhyme books stuffed in ‘em, told you, i was really a 16′

now, look at me, alive and popping
i no get, time for loving
thank god for the music, i’m alive for something
i no fit die for nothing
so every day i survive the hustle
i no come this life to suffer
uncle matt told me ride with caution
no go die for nothing

my palms sweaty, my heart heavy, i’m grieving for the dearly departed
and though i keep my feelings heavily guarded, boys cry too
look at all the things i have carefully started
rapper, slash singer, slash poet, slash artist
that’s a lil’ ego and i shouldn’t but i had to, i don’t want the world to see me being merely an artiste
wash your hands before you cast stones
come clean before you judge a n-gga, ain’t a saint either
think twice before you wear me the garment
dad gave me the att-tude, god gave me the voice
and this flow, how i’m keeping it moist
it’s no secret, i can tell you enjoy
when ed hits you can’t hate, you avoid
and i been going through some changes
old friends now becoming strangers
pree the years gone, them, wasted
guess i understand what fate is
never find another to replace me, face it
i never had a dollar n-gga, never had a dream
you worry ‘bout who’s black and white, i focused on the greens
i think the president is cool, but only dead ones matter
follow your heart, so you don’t get to regret on after
you know they owe you some respect, don dadda
its mirror on the wall, reflection is vague, live long, pray the gl-ss don’t shatter
wild west, new me, a kinder version
where every verse i spit is controversial
i’m ye with the flow

- baji lyrics

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