N.D.K Dre - Glade

Ain't hit the ceiling dog, we don't we been trynna hit the sky though
Watch me play with them racks, this how I do sign language
I smoke a pound a day, but my teeth still be fresh as glade
Yeah, I been out the states, if I go to UK, I'ma need a blade
Look how the roles change, now this bitch wanna trick on me
I'm used to frenemies, people show love, then change on me
Weigh it, then bag it, repeat, that's how we eat
I hope this bitch don't think I'm a trick, I told her click her feet
Got sandwich bags sittin' at the trap, I'm tryna make shit happen
They toting guns like Pokemon, they tryna catch a nigga
Stack, stack, they know I'ma have it, bow, bow, my bitch get ratchet
If he don't pay up, I'ma slide on him with that hatchet
Been serving three fives out my book bag all day like a hatchet
Just keep my head down, stack that door, I pray that no one catch me
Ay, ay, I told her no attachments
Say she got love for me, but I gotta see how that shit happen
Road runnin', chasing pape, I don't know what's gon' happen
Know my dawg, he in that cage, tryna see what's finna happen
Yeah, yeah, like lil' bitch say what happened
Stay down, told him pray, we gon' see what happen
We ain't hit the ceiling, dawg, we been tryna hit the sky, dawg
Watch me play with the racks, this how I do sign language
I smoke a pound a day, but my teeth still be fresh as glade
Yeah, I been out the States, if I go to UK, I'ma need a blade
Look how the roles change, now this bitch wanna trick on me
I'm used to frenemies, people show love, then change on me
Weigh it, then bag it, repeat, that's how we eat
I hope that bitch, don't think I'ma trick, I told her, click her feet

Written by:
Andre Tomlinson

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