Y.A,K
Cale Charles & Eskimo Shawty
GENRE
Hook (x2):
I ain’t got tell y’all shit, y’all already know it
They was all on my clique when I walked through the door
Can’t nam nigga tell ya I switched. Nigga, how you gon show it
I ain’t gotta tell y’all shit. Y’all already know
Verse 1 (Cale Charles)
You already, you already know what’s goings on. You niggas poor and forlorn
My niggas roll it to the corner. Ain’t no shortage of the strong when I pull up to the function
As cold as hoes scorned. You niggas Baltimore warm. Check
And me, I’m Alabama heat. Every one of you amateurs weak
With the pen and your stance in the streets
Niggas be in the pen cuz they was selling somе cheap
Now they tell us еmbellishments overzealous on beats
Or off it, for half of em. I’ll have none
This that generational wealth, that make my godson my grandson
That been this, that 'made for myself' make me look handsome
Since pens and since pages. Them phases, y’all have none
Newbies in the talent pool, floating over bodies
Of niggas who embody this shit. Cuz you rap about Bugatti’s
You ain’t rappers. You are hobbyist. Tricks would probably
Better suit you
But I ain’t tripping. Do you
[Hook]
Verse 2 (Eskimo Shawty):
I thank God for another day
Can't dodge it, can't run away
I hit the ground for a greater purpose, to follow a better plan
Disappear into the smoke
Come out of it a better man
Picture perfect, picture me rollin
I got my locs on chillin
This piece that I'm holding
Label me a stone cold villain
No kiddin. It's funny how they wit u when you up now
But they go camouflage, when it gets tough
They wasn't freezing wit you on the corner
They wasn't wit you on the road
They wouldn't split wit you to be the owner
Why you tolerate them in your circle dog?
They never really help they only hurt you dog
You start to see your ends and you stack better
When you deal with all your friends by their track record
Big facts. Keep putting up stacks
Pimps up, what's the rest?
You already know that
[Hook]
I ain’t got tell y’all shit, y’all already know it
They was all on my clique when I walked through the door
Can’t nam nigga tell ya I switched. Nigga, how you gon show it
I ain’t gotta tell y’all shit. Y’all already know
Verse 1 (Cale Charles)
You already, you already know what’s goings on. You niggas poor and forlorn
My niggas roll it to the corner. Ain’t no shortage of the strong when I pull up to the function
As cold as hoes scorned. You niggas Baltimore warm. Check
And me, I’m Alabama heat. Every one of you amateurs weak
With the pen and your stance in the streets
Niggas be in the pen cuz they was selling somе cheap
Now they tell us еmbellishments overzealous on beats
Or off it, for half of em. I’ll have none
This that generational wealth, that make my godson my grandson
That been this, that 'made for myself' make me look handsome
Since pens and since pages. Them phases, y’all have none
Newbies in the talent pool, floating over bodies
Of niggas who embody this shit. Cuz you rap about Bugatti’s
You ain’t rappers. You are hobbyist. Tricks would probably
Better suit you
But I ain’t tripping. Do you
[Hook]
Verse 2 (Eskimo Shawty):
I thank God for another day
Can't dodge it, can't run away
I hit the ground for a greater purpose, to follow a better plan
Disappear into the smoke
Come out of it a better man
Picture perfect, picture me rollin
I got my locs on chillin
This piece that I'm holding
Label me a stone cold villain
No kiddin. It's funny how they wit u when you up now
But they go camouflage, when it gets tough
They wasn't freezing wit you on the corner
They wasn't wit you on the road
They wouldn't split wit you to be the owner
Why you tolerate them in your circle dog?
They never really help they only hurt you dog
You start to see your ends and you stack better
When you deal with all your friends by their track record
Big facts. Keep putting up stacks
Pimps up, what's the rest?
You already know that
[Hook]
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