"Akinyele" lyrics
Monday Night & Evidence Lyrics
Nah, can't do that
Nobody ask you where you got your dollar, they ask you, "Do you have it?"
Satisfaction
Uh, ayo, shit
My bitch ask me if I'm comin' home, she wanna know
Shit, I'm tryna get it on, get the house poppin', livin' large
Remember times when I would live in cars, I sleep alone
Foreign broads on the need to know, I keep my phone close
On DND, I hope he see it's me when he see that tone close
Upon his teeth, tryna feed the streets
Get a dose of your own medicine, tryna see you geeked
After it settle in, if his passwords, we let him in, he seein' feet
Cold days, sleep in the air like it's a B&B
Nobody cares about you, not even me
Believe you me, I'll be the first to tell you
How your dreams always seem to be a failure to the niggas with no alias
Cops still tryna nail him, they don't know where he is
Snatch him up on hydroplane and seein' how scared he get
Niggas always drama playin', seein' if they can nail his skit
My plans was my mama plans, that's really how rare it get
Scary shit, ain't really no rare event
I cherry pick, playin' no defense on niggas that can't hit a three when it's there for them
Block celebration, throw it up in the air for them, they exonerated
It's hard to fake it when you strongly hate it
I smoke the trees under the palm, I'm faded
Might fuck around and get the telly
Like I can Nelly, I make a song a facial
Nobody ask you where you got your dollar, they ask you, "Do you have it?"
Satisfaction
Uh, ayo, shit
My bitch ask me if I'm comin' home, she wanna know
Shit, I'm tryna get it on, get the house poppin', livin' large
Remember times when I would live in cars, I sleep alone
Foreign broads on the need to know, I keep my phone close
On DND, I hope he see it's me when he see that tone close
Upon his teeth, tryna feed the streets
Get a dose of your own medicine, tryna see you geeked
After it settle in, if his passwords, we let him in, he seein' feet
Cold days, sleep in the air like it's a B&B
Nobody cares about you, not even me
Believe you me, I'll be the first to tell you
How your dreams always seem to be a failure to the niggas with no alias
Cops still tryna nail him, they don't know where he is
Snatch him up on hydroplane and seein' how scared he get
Niggas always drama playin', seein' if they can nail his skit
My plans was my mama plans, that's really how rare it get
Scary shit, ain't really no rare event
I cherry pick, playin' no defense on niggas that can't hit a three when it's there for them
Block celebration, throw it up in the air for them, they exonerated
It's hard to fake it when you strongly hate it
I smoke the trees under the palm, I'm faded
Might fuck around and get the telly
Like I can Nelly, I make a song a facial
