Lyrics

I be in my spot writing scripts and fixing plots Scoring chords right in my DAW My green is gross, I call it moss Ooh, it's The Leader, L-E-A-D, need a feature? Maybe, ooh Her eyes on my privates, you know I'm real good with ladies (Let's get it) Radio don't play me, that's just temporary (Yuh, woo) Make mp3s daily (Yeah) Carry team like Brady (Yuh) Barely try and they still hate me They still trying to play me (Slatt, slatt) I keep my shit tucked like an outfit ripped right from the '80s I'm bucking back, whoa (Yah) Never seen the boy like that, oh (Yah) I chase the bag, whoa (Hold up) Never ever down bad? No (Yah) Focused on cash flows (Woo) I check my pockets if they got holes (Yeah) I walked the plank, ho Black feet from the ash of the coals With my earbuds in I feel like the man (Feel like the man) Singing and mumbling and humming on command (I know that I can) One ear louder than the other, you know I can't stand (No I can't stand) On the street bumping beats, I look weird at a glance, run it Sick in the brain Spitting that flame I'll entertain, whoa, yuh Sick of the lames Sick of the phrase Sick of the shade thrown, yuh When I get home want a parade One in my name, thrown (Woo) My city on map, my label on track I eat the beat down to the bone (Stay) Whoa, this is not just rap it's a lifestyle (Lifestyle) S&P, my LTD, yeah we don't chase clout We was told we couldn't make it, took our own route (Woo, aye) Now they shedding tears like skin, off some crocodile Now our competition running wild S&P too versatile, And the flow so volatile So much life ahead (There's so much) So much life ahead (Ah) So much on my head (There's so much) There's so much on my head So much left unsaid So much that I dread So much life ahead Said there's so much life ahead I said S&P, gon make history You just wait and see On your TV screen We gon get a Gram Maybe an Emmy We'll make enemies That's just how it be, yeah I be on my own chilling On the same side? Then you know I be killing I'm making a killing I be so cool yeah you know that I'm frigid I be on my business Yeah, yeah, aye Sit down, you fumbled Sit down, you crumbled (Under pressure) I pull up, you in trouble I pull up, you cry uncle (Oh my god, hold up) Said sit down, you tumbled Hear back talk? Oh you mumbled I pull up, you stumble (Yeah) Your mixtape, made me chuckle (Yeah, yeah) So smooth, so subtle I'm a beast in a jungle I pull up, I flow, I go, leave them speechless, hold up Behold, I know, P.Y. gon leave them sleepless, yeah, yeah I pull up, I flow, I glow, leave them speechless, hold up Behold, I note, that hate, you can keep it, yeah, yeah It's the, it's The Leader on the mic, tonight We gon vibe, we're so high, right? Like, I'm high-minded, yeah, yeah Here we go, hold up With my earbuds in I feel like the man (Feel like the man) Singing and mumbling and humming on command (I know that I can) One ear louder than the other, you know I can't stand (No I can't stand) On the street bumping beats, I look weird at a glance, run it With my earbuds in I feel like the man (Feel like the man) Singing and mumbling and humming on command (I know that I can) One ear louder than the other, you know I can't stand (No I can't stand) On the street bumping beats, I look weird at a glance, run it
Writer(s): Papa Yaw Owusu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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