Choice Major - Can't Relate (feat. JermaineTheGeneralLee)

I think we’re gonna be friends
Why they hatin’ on me (on me)
(Say) why they hatin’ on me (on me)
They don’t wanna see me rise (see me rise)
They just wanna see me fall (see me fall)
Twenty Five bands not to go upstate (Go upstate)
These hatin’ ass niggas couldn’t ever relate (never)
Praying on my downfall that’s a long ass wait (long ass)
God Squad done blessed me, wit a whole ‘nother plate (whole ‘nother plate)
Twenty Five bands not to go upstate (Go upstate)
These hatin’ ass niggas couldn’t ever relate (never)
They praying on my downfall that’s a long ass wait (long ass)
God Squad done blessed me, wit a whole ‘nother plate (whole ‘nother plate)
(I’m)
Inconspicuous
Movin’ too meticulous
Killin’ suspicious shit
Gotta make a grip
I’m on tip
Gimme the loot
I’m ready to shoot
Had to regroup
OT just to recoup
Muthafuckah, ya bands to thin
Real bands don’t bend
Native to this rain dance
Chances made a paid man
Ten toes used both hands
This is the murder mitten (yea)
Who you kiddin’ (bitch)
I done seen fake friends
Hate me for my greatness
Now I’m like
Niggas steady plotting on me
They don’t move how we move that’s why they coppin’ ozs
Big Streets the boss and Flip, them three my OG’s
You fuck up wit this choice then it’s gone be OV (I think (Ov)we’re gonna be friends)
Twenty Five bands not to go upstate (Go upstate)
These hatin’ ass niggas couldn’t ever relate (never)
Praying on my downfall that’s a long ass wait (long ass)
God Squad done blessed me, wit a whole ‘nother plate (whole ‘nother plate)
Twenty Five bands not to go upstate (Go upstate)
These hatin’ ass niggas couldn’t ever relate (never)
They praying on my downfall that’s a long ass wait (long ass)
God Squad done blessed me, wit a whole ‘nother plate (whole ‘nother plate)
On god, (on god) if you cross me (cross me)
There’s nothing that yo crew should fix
The forty gone pray for you (bow)
When it comes to chips
All white range, (range) my purpose ’posed a so when we dip
The bricks, doing gymnastics watch (I think we’re gonna be friends)
How they turnin’ flips (Ha haha)
I tried to school you niggas (he haha)
I got something if yo field trip (Nigga)
Squeeze ta the steal click
I stayed on some real shit
The western will smith niggas
On that Uncle Phil shit
You broke and can’t hustle that’s something you gotta deal wit
I dealt wit the cards (huh) I was dealt (so don’t be selfish muthafuckah)
I see you niggas thinking you hard I crack yo shellfish
If I died I’ll still be the shit
I’m Elvis
Listen here baby boy fucking yo momma like I’m Melvin (What)
When my airport land
I’m blazing these hoes trailing
Only fuck wit my day ones
Cause rest of these niggas telling
God Squad in yo mouth you can chill or I crack yo melon
Only time that you speaking on us when you booking sessions (squad)
I think we’re gonna be friends

Written by:
Jermaine Lee, Joshua Harris

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