AJ Chaka - Gimme

Gimme that, puttin my city up on the map
Whippin up dope, bars crack
Smoke n mirrors, in the back
Give you the real, nothing wack
Taking what's mine in all Black
Cash ringing, callback
Wall plaques, Gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that (Hah)

I got ya girl like Gimme that
Scopin ya jewels, Gimme that
Who make the rules, Gimme facts
Keepin’ a tool in ya lap
If you want peace, gimme that
My time to eat, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that (Hah)

Decipher the way of a G
He mad at the world cuz it bleeds
Fatigue what society breeds
Readin’ signs make em succeed
He focused acquiring guap
Not feeling slumped, indica leaves
Slick as a thief wit covering sleeves
He cleaves to believe zilch is free
No guard cuz he is a beast
Got love from the goons up in the streets
Boss playas making sheesh
Who dat, who dat, oh thats me
Crooked I martyr, 7 letters
Big Chaka, no defeats
Check the ink, check the sheets
Game is rigged, never used a cheat
Walk tightrope over seas of fire
Build up like nehemiah
Cursive verses wit eyes closed
Maestro gone psycho
Like Marco wit the Narocs
Disco balls and coco
Going hard no Rhinos
This the main event, no slideshow
EQ myself high low
Less macro, more micro
This Black Soul, crest roll
Midnight stroll, gimme what you got
Get it how you live, Flashpoint
Got the shot, to my gusto
Neo Gold for the memo
Full tank and I want more (Lets go)

Gimme that, puttin my city up on the map
Whippin up dope, bars crack
Smoke n mirrors, in the back
Give you the real, nothing wack
Taking what's mine in all Black
Cash ringing, callback
Wall plaques, Gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that (Hah)

When niggas aint eating, they quick to bite the hand that feed em
And these women see money and they instantly schemin’
Eyin the fruits of your labor at the moment you seed em
Soon as they adam, every eve pull you further from eden
Hub said my last record foolin out in japan
But my mind on china, kickin doors, lookin’ for Ricky Tan
An og told me never under, overly stand
Because its nature that niggas raise arms, well before hands
Extended clip in, shit bout long as my baby mama weave
Medusa on my frames, wit arms larger than Hercules
Emotion callous, scarred as the skin on a prostitute knees
Heart hard as parolee dick, tryna fuck wit a tease

Power moves, while my fade cut
Can’t cop weight, nigga save up
Like the klu klux I’m k'd up
Dumb chains, still slaved up

See what i’m sayin’ is
Don’t expect shit if you ain’t doing shit
You dig what I’m sayin’
We getting money

Gimme that, puttin my city on the map
Whippin up dope, bars crack
Smoke n da mirrors, in the back
Give you the real, nothing wack
Taking what's mine in all Black
Cash ringing, callback
Wall plaques, Gimme that
Gimme that, Gimme that (Yea)

Gimme that
I got ya girl like Gimme that
Scopin ya jewels, Gimme that
Who make the rules, Gimme facts
Keepin’ a tool in ya lap
If you want peace, gimme that
My time to eat, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that (Hah)

Written by:
ALI AHMAD-WASHINGTON, THEODORE THOMAS, THOMAS KIMBLE

Publisher:
Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, Songtrust Ave

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