Azizi Gibson and Issa Gold - Within

Uh
Sticky fin'ers

Sticky fin'ers, you ain't tippin', so I'm gon' get my bank up
Angry engine, Five Percenters on all crooked agendas
I'm just squintin', tryna see who the fuck up there my niggas
No more entry, we got real niggas over here, we chillin'
You blinded by all the skin that you see on social media
You try to cry but then you realize you're your own worst enemy
These rappers dyin' we all know why but they ain't have to take Nipsey
We outta line 'cause ain't nobody takin' accountability
Uh, so fuck it, I'ma count up in this Bentley
Mmm, have some bitches with me, mmm, have the liquor in me
Gotta keep the piece beside me if they try to test me
Rather have it on me when they come arrest me

Ayy, they say a nigga never learned his lesson
Nah, I'm just tryna ball to the last second
Dog, I'm tryna hold it down for my residents
And they ask, "Where you goin', where you from, where you headed?"

I cross left and beat the full-court press they had
Defenders everywhere but wasn't forced to break a sweat
Never been 'bout the approach, it's more about comin' correct
That's why I don't fuck with many niggas, I'ma just bother myself
I used to take the long train, we had to upgrade
To spin wheels and clog links and eat a large steak
Doin' events and small shares, was a long year
Nigga burned a hundred squares, ain't even shed a whole tear, I been prepared
My parents raised me to be strong
When I ain't belong I ride the storm until it meets the calm
I been trappin' songs while these niggas cap along
Slap 'em all, no space in my tragic car to clash with y'all
Niggas gettin' classics off and standin' tall, watchin' niggas crash and fall
Like Jack and the beanstalk, my acts sure
Tryna keep my racks tall and move like a asshole
Play the board and pass go, or stay alone and dodge smoke

Ah, so I'ma count up in this fuckin' Bentley singin' Max
And bitches with me, I ain't had the liquor in me, ayy
Gotta keep the piece beside me if they try to test me (I dare you)
I'd rather have it on me when they come arrest me (duh)
They say niggas never, ever learn they lessons (sike)
Nah, we just tryna ball 'til the last second
Dog, I'm just tryna hold it down for my residence
And they ask where you goin' (uh-huh), where you from (uh-huh), where you headed (uh-huh)

Just like that nigga, ooh
Ah, just like that, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah

Written by:
Azizi Gibson, Marlon Fung

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Lyrics © Distrokid

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