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rekaayah x - every season remix lyrics

(fear has two meanings)
(forget everything and run)
(or face everything and rise)
(the choice is yours)

[hook]
i just been ballin’ out every season
know it’s some b-tches that ain’t guardin me (nah)
i wake up in the morning just to f-ck it up
i know how it feel to be from out them streets
gettin a bag just to dress it up
none of them n-ggas can ever say they cuffin’ me (f-ck em)
i’m just so muhf-ckin tired of people
spreadin them lies and being all evil
bakin these b-tches like i was anita
straight to the point like a muhf-ckin needle
that n-gga cappin if he think i need him (he cappin)
after the neck, then i’m straight gon delete him
imma real street b-tch
stick to the code, no we never cheat em
and all my b-tches bosses
i can’t be seen hangin out wit no leeches

[verse 1]
imma give it to em raw (yup)
i ain’t never gon stop (nope)
cause i got a lil time (yup)
‘fore i make it to the top (uh-huh)
and i’m really gon drag, i ain’t never gon flop
if you want it gotta break a sweat like a gym sock
lor b-tch get back, rekaayah goin’ hard
#upnext like scoota, my n-gga swear to god
and you b-tches think you better
but i think that sh-t is odd
how you sayin that you real, but you coverin ya flaws
b-tches ain’t built like me
inna pod wit my b-tches like peas
fingers itchin’ for the paper no fleas
and you n-ggas 3d characters like meez
lor d-ck don’t please me, gotta be long like a sleeve
imma go hard on the beat
y’all ain’t seen the stong side of me (nope)
pitch it to em soft, they ain’t gon swing
only thing that matter is the cream (lor b-tch!)
when they think i’m done
i hit a buzzer beater
and it ain’t gon stop like my name was sevyn streeter
cause i’m hotter than a summer wit a muhf-ckin fever
and i got more drip than a baby that be t–thing (droop!)
if you ain’t wit me then you part of the defense
cut the lights out, shine harder than sequins
grew up wit the sharks
since i grew up in the deep in
build my ark up, i ain’t never gon sink in (never!)

[hook]
i just been ballin’ out every season
know it’s some b-tches that ain’t guardin me
i wake up in the morning just to f-ck it up
i know how it feel to be from out them streets
gettin a bag just to dress it up
none of them n-ggas can ever say they cuffin’ me
i’m just so muhf-ckin tired of people
spreadin them lies and being all evil (f-ck em)
bakin these b-tches like i was anita
straight to the point like a muhf-ckin needle
that n-gga cappin if he think i need him (he cappin)
after the neck, then i’m straight gon delete him
imma real street b-tch
stick to the code, no we never cheat em
and all my b-tches bosses
i can’t be seen hangin out wit no leeches

[verse 2]
checkin’ these b-tches like nike do (check)
under all the under armour they be hyping you
used to shop forman mills
now its tysons boo (we up)
and its all up in the plan, got it tatted too
and i’m way too icey they be tellin me to chill
gl-ss half empty, ain’t never gon spill (never)
cause you play ball, that don’t mean you in the field
popping like bubble wrap
brova breakin down the bales (yeah)
look up in the clouds like “daddy are you proud” (huh)
screaming that you loud, but the real don’t make a sound
all up in the circus we gorillas, y’all clowns
doing right and k!lling everything
f-cking wit my rounds
open up my eyes, thankin god i got two (thank god)
look up in mirror, ask her what she gon do
these babies havin’ babies and the n-ggas poppin bukes
i’d be d-mned if my sis see the sh-t i had to
come from the city where they eat ya -ss alive
the real ones last and the strong gon survive (yup)
create my own path
y’all gon follow mine
y’all gon start to peep, i’m ahead of my time
imma drop real sh-t
and n-ggas be droppin dimes
b-tches dropping teas
do it for my uncle lonnie
resting up 2x
to the top imma climb
all i know is grind
tired of being high and dry

[hook]
i just been ballin’ out every season
know it’s some b-tches that ain’t guardin me
i wake up in the morning just to f-ck it up
i know how it feel to be from out them streets
gettin a bag just to dress it up
none of them n-ggas can ever say they cuffin’ me (f-ck no)
i’m just so muhf-ckin tired of people
spreadin them lies and being all evil
bakin these b-tches like i was anita
straight to the point like a muhf-ckin needle
that n-gga cappin if he think i need him
after the neck, then i’m straight gon delete him (get em outta here!)
imma real street b-tch
stick to the code, no we never cheat em
and all my b-tches bosses
i can’t be seen hangin out wit no leeches
(yeah)

- rekaayah x lyrics

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