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obie iyoha - karats lyrics

[verse 1]
can a n-gga live, get it how you live
if you do it dirty, they gon’ do it filthy
[?]
running games all day, more like linesmen
free sauce, kid, don’t get lost in it
for every l!ck there’s a cost in it, you know that
bigger picture, no kodak, i snap like bodak
yellow, elevated from nothin’, i love it, they hate it
deported my cousin, western union him a couple of hunnid
stretch every dollar like mr. fantastic, flip the gymnastic
if the cops har-ss me, don’t be combative
them n-ggas feel brave with the ak hangin’
been on a clip with yellow and green tape ’cause
my sh-t sound like 40 keys in the bas-m-nt

[chorus]
going in, going in
and you know what i mean, ya ya
and i’m trying to get bread up
and it’s like everyday
going in, going in, ya ya
and you know what i mean, ya ya
going in, going in, ya ya
and you know what i mean, ya ya
and i’m trying to get bread up
eyes on me, you compet’or
we be on a whole ‘nother level
we be on a whole ‘nother level
and i’m trying to get bread up
and i’m trying to get bread up
eyes on me, you compet’or
we be on a whole ‘nother level
we be on a whole ‘nother level

[verse 2]
i’m back in the lanz, two phones in my hand
mucha mohammed, i hop in the van
i pull up, i pull up like i got no belt in my pants
pockets with bands, i got the juice double-cup on me, man
some n-ggas be plottin’, i know they got plans
of kidnappin’ your fam, i might have a strap on me, man
f-ck what you said, gold on me like i turned super saiyan
girls on me ’cause she love how i stand
if i ain’t cuffed, i’m up in them wars like federal charges
speakin’ of bars, i got some for politicians
whole country starvin’ while your wallet thickens
sending your kids oversea for college
i used to sell weed to your kids in college
ay kata, number one danda
you should invest your dollars in my sh-t
old dad sh-t, i know that sh-t
i don’t want no beef, i know the stakes
i just want a piece, i want a plate
somethin’ has to give, i’m finna take shots like
blaka shotgun kisses to my miss and mistress
don’t call ’em b-tches, look
i might marry all of them like fela
i might drop a mixtape a capella
i might build an art school with my brudda
put your money on the longshots, n-gga fed up
ooh, i get quiet when i’m fed up
but when it rains, we’re under one umbrella
in god we trust, so keep ya head up
there’s nothing they could tell us

[chorus]
going in, going in
and you know what i mean, ya ya
and i’m trying to get bread up
and it’s like everyday
going in, going in, ya ya
and you know what i mean, ya ya
going in, going in, ya ya
and you know what i mean, ya ya
and i’m trying to get bread up
eyes on me, you compet’or
we be on a whole ‘nother level
we be on a whole ‘nother level
and i’m trying to get bread up
eyes on me, you compet’or
we be on a whole ‘nother level
we be on a whole ‘nother level

- obie iyoha lyrics

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