Young Kid Sam - Going in

Pillie pillie stressing me yeah
Pillie pillie stressing me yeah
We going in yeah
We going in yeah
Going in, take the stress off the pillie
Flex on ‘em, we popping out wheelies
Broke out the bag, fuck all the feelings
Shit run deep can nobody heal me
Neva had nothing don’t ask why I’m stingy
Thoughts in my head they start repeating
I’m building a fort can’t nobody see me
I’m rapping on rap fuck all the singing
I would agree popped a bottle at sea
She on a diet she sippin’ tea
I can see through her eyes I know what she sees
Need to open up I got the key
I’m riding with bro’s they all got a ski
No we ain’t running we never on flee
Bad bitch like Kylie she always on fleek
Pick up the mess and all the debris
On that shit I’m going beast-ly
Ain’t No feature ain’t no free-bie
Abstain from y’all niggas train-ee
Hit on the next, hit tab key
It’s about me, no “we”
Don’t try to act like you know me
Dozing off they all sleep
Heart is cold on my sleeve
Running the miles y’all all beat
Flow so heavy I flow on beats
Money longer, we all feast
Standing ground 10 toes my feet
Robbing me turned me to a beast
Can’t take pressure don’t run with heat
Bars snapping make you niggas weak
Day to day, living week to week
Got it on lock we up on the block
Skrt in the foreign it’s full of my dawgs
Lil puppy you niggas get Walked
Smoking on trees sippin' on wock
Get a layup we passing the rock
Ain’t no time static up on the clock
Watching my moves like a puppet they stalk
Big dog leave ya boys in shock
On the moon we hit a space walk
12’O watching like a hawk
You like me hit you with a block
Hitting a drift and watch the wheel lock
Going in, take the stress off the pillie
Flex on ‘em, we popping out wheelies
Broke out the bag, fuck all the feelings
Shit run deep can nobody heal me
Neva had nothing don’t ask why I’m stingy
Thoughts In my head they start repeating
I’m building a fort can’t nobody see me
I’m rapping on rap fuck all the singing
Running the shit with the hood on my back
Gave her my word now she wanna Mack
Hit songs all my singles got plaques
Put any beat and I tear up the track
Ride in the Benz I got 2 just like pac
Slap on her ass I give her a smack
Nothing is sliding not even through cracks
Getting even we ain’t staying like that
I got the tool not talking about jack
Dollar for dollar stack up the rack
Winners on board ain’t taking no slack
You wanna attack and we push you out back
I’m switching up the flow
Watch out watch me blow
Knock knock nothing I owe
Balling hard make me a pro
Playing ball not long ago
Sorry baby you gotta go
Before that get on your toes
Something crazy you gotta know
Speaking facts I’m hella fluent
I’m the greatest to ever do it
Niggas come from under sewage
What I touch shortly gets ruined
I Got the drip I got the fluid
Like the S.W.A.T it come in units
Loud pack it got me zooted
I make mistakes I’m only human
5.0 to fast
We send ‘em to heaven got 2 on the dash
Make that shit right back
She touching my body don’t need to ask
Gotta write on that
I’ll never forget that you left me down bad
She want a bag
This a hell cat it ain’t no scat
Would you look at that
Look at the room full of plaques
Dressed in all black
She matching me she look like a snack
(Matching my outfit she look like a snack)
(She look like a snack)
(Got me in my bag)
(Got me in my bag)
(Kinda right about that)
(Oh, She look like a snack)

Written by:
Samuel Oliva

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