omarcameup - round table lyrics
[intro]
p+pandi on this b+tch
yeah, yeah, yeah (omar on the come up!)
[chrous]
you cannot sit with us (nah), you are not gang, gang, gang, gang (ah)
my homies dangerous, they let it bang, bang, bang, bang
this money, it ain’t enough, i gotta get ching, change, change, change
hop in the bently truck, swervin’ that lane, lane, lane, lane, yeah
gotta stay sharp, man, my mind is on cactus
[?] pants with the raw foreign jacket
nice with the pen, when i strike the pad i’mma set fire to it
boy, you know you can’t match this
them n+ggas used to make fun of me back then
hitting me up now, they asking “what happened?”
b+tch, i can preach ’cause i actually practice
i’m lookin’ forward, don’t care about pasttense
you cannot sit with us (nah), you are not gang, gang, gang, gang (ah)
my homies dangerous, they let it bang, bang, bang, bang
this money, it ain’t enough, i gotta get ching, change, change, change
hop in the bently truck, swervin’ that lane, lane, lane, lane, yeah
[verse]
aye, yuh
n+ggas love hatin’ but they do not do much
diamonds so heavy, got beef with my jeweler
my money tall as bartholomew k+ma
i got some problems but i don’t stress too much
rack up my dollars, i’m stackin’ the gouda
f+ck on that hoe then i call her a uber
you don’t want smoke with that glock, it’s a hookah
don’t test me
got me a bad lil’ shooter, she lookin like jessie
told ’em “you cannot press me”
self+destruct b+tton, i blew up, you wish that you met me
she ride me like a jetski (ah)
when i pull up to the function, they pay me for entry
i got fans that respect me
lmtless, dub+dfa, n+gga, that’s where the set be
you
[chrous]
you cannot sit with us (nah), you are not gang, gang, gang, gang (ah)
my homies dangerous, they let it bang, bang, bang, bang
this money, it ain’t enough, i gotta get ching, change, change, change
hop in the bently truck, swervin’ that lane, lane, lane, lane, yeah
gotta stay sharp, man, my mind is on cactus
[?] pants with the raw foreign jacket
nice with the pen, when i strike the pad i’mma set fire to it
boy, you know you can’t match this
them n+ggas used to make fun of me back then
hitting me up now, they asking “what happened?”
b+tch, i can preach ’cause i actually practice
i’m lookin’ forward, don’t care about pasttense
you cannot sit with us (nah), you are not gang, gang, gang, gang (ah)
my homies dangerous, they let it bang, bang, bang, bang
this money, it ain’t enough, i gotta get ching, change, change, change
hop in the bently truck, swervin’ that lane, lane, lane, lane, yeah
[outro]
p+pandi on this b+tch
omar on the come up!
redemption
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