LIGHTWERK

Yeah, me and Chuck
Check, check, check
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Yeah
Cool, one

I said, how many bags will it take to feed the fam?
How much status will it take to leave your man?
All of this evil shit I done seen, but ya'll
I Kareem these hooks so my whole team could ball
East Atlanta on my back, I wear that shit a different way
Made loads off my misery
No black, so black, pro-black, the nigga Issa Rae
No leftovers on my dinner plate
When I get in my bag, know it's something to fear
When I get in my feelings, know it's something to hear
I got the right idea
Inspire niggas, that's a bright idea
Double-cross me if ya' like, I dare
I'm not really that nice, I swear
Niggas got me fucked up talking ill
Nigga like I care
Tell 'em have a seat like right there
Put you in the chair like I care
Light work, spent many nights out here, yeah

You know it ain't many like me
I know how to say the right things
You know it ain't many like me, I-I-I said
I know how to do the right thing

Let's go, I said
"How many women in this thing without the ring?"
Talk to 'em nice like, "Hi, is that Celine?" (That the Celine?)
"That's the ninth one tonight that I done seen"
I take a long pause and laugh, "Baby I'm playing"
Your glass is looking thin, let me splash what you drinking
I swipe just like the wind
Look up, then look again
And I disperse, did a digital dash
A nigga got a lil' ghostly
Kept grabbing her phone, thinking she was finna post me

How long you gon' act like I ain't the nigga you scared of?
Village came to take care of the bear cubs
Paired up with the snare, killing everything the air touch
Fair enough, I'm living vicarious
Through my fears, I buried them
In my tears into, into, I drowned in the river
Four pound on my hip, I don't slip, I don't own slippers
Hold me down when your nigga talking foul
We deliver more sounds than a symphony, you hear it's me
Look, look, so who you see when you look in the mirror?
Your appearance is pure, your spirit is priceless, pureness
Sincerest apologies, the pistol's an insurance policy
Anybody who body, you know who riding 'bout it

You know it ain't many like 6 though
Never need an intro
Yeah, even through the talk and all the chatter
I can show 'em that I know my family matters, Uncle Winslow
Outdoors smoking Indo
Blood don't make you kinfolk
Loyalty is what I sin for
No half-stepping, only ten toes
Now life is at a different tempo, tempo, tempo

Ayy, this what I wanna say
If you ever had a way to make a way, then make a way
Ayy, it's not complicated
The words on my paper heavier than paperweights
What you pay for that?
Can you get that back nigga?
You ran the whole check up and they still ain't see you?
This ain't no diss, this like fitness
You picked the one to be the one, but you ain't have no discipline
You sitting in the bed you made, but you don't fit in it
Your legs off the front of that motherfucker, just kickin' it
Just kickin', just kickin'
Get up (Get up)
Ain't nothing over there, so you can quit acting tough
It's like in your dreams, when you really can't punch
Face your fears for your loved ones, gotta run from 'em

You know it ain't many like me
I know how to say the right things
You know it ain't many like me
I said, I know how to do the right thing

You ain't got nowhere to run home to
They got you