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cee major - whitney lyrics

[chorus: cee major]
it’s alright, said it’s okay
i’m gon’ make it anyway
pack your bags, leave your keys
and don’t you ever come back to me, to me, to me
to me, to me yeah
to me, to me
don’t you ever come back to me

[verse 1: cee major]
check
there’s levels to the game from the pedals to the range
confessions i’m tryna bring out a confetti let it rain
but my people stay dropping like confetti in the rain
going [?] when he came
selling these 16’s, could be selling ’em a eighth
more than halving my work, more than trebling my pay
with this treble and the b-ss (b-ss)
i move boulders bigger than the pebbles of that ‘caine
check i’m old school baby, me and pebbles been the same
and i found pleasure in the pain (pain)
and now i’m shutting it down like kevin and perry in the rave
yeah i made it pop star, know a couple pop stars
lost a couple battles but check everything i gained
i ain’t on it like everybody claims
i’m tryna make it outcome income big enough to settle with my bae
’cause i’m quick-witted, sharp mind and i’m quick wit’ it
fire from back then, ya’ boy brought a flint wit’ him
the irony i put in that hard labour, so we talking politics i run this like big business
i look at you man and all i see’s a belly a, rasputia sh-t you man a bunch of big b-tches
’cause where i’m from, they deal with base and them pistols, syd vicious
f-ck a rock star nah let me rock first
from the hood where the rock served
ain’t no questioning got work
dealing with ‘caine up front like hotspur
but i’m tryna get out the hood, see this rap sh-t’s all that i do
and man know that i’m seasoned, i pepper ya’ bro and pour salt in the wound

[verse 2: cee major]
you do it for a pastime, me we do it past time
meaning that hours don’t matter, we be on a hard grind
best depart if you only tryna run it part-time
you ain’t fit for [?], we running it like arkwright
open all hours, beat the game been hours so don’t ask twice
open all hours, two two’s, and i’m just tryna build my ark right
feel the rain up on my kicks
running on different terrain until we slip
running like a lame up in that lane until we switch
spent money and [?] jadie take a sip
on our way to make a bit or we ain’t made it till we rich
running like a waiter for that shift
i’ll be waiting for your order at the table with my clip
after that i’m on my single pop sh-t, it’s just, me and my baby in a crib

- cee major lyrics

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