RE3EL - No Choice

This is who I am
I could never switch
Posted with the gang
There's no need to trip
Hating in my comments
On some devil shit
But my homies on the corner
And they got the grip
Rolling down the road
Got it jumping 6four
I could never stop
Do it for my ken folk
Got my foot on the gas
And I ain't never letting go
Flip a switch on they ass
Like I ain't got no choice aye
Rolling down the road
Got it jumping 6four
I could never stop
Do it for my ken folk
Got my foot on the gas
And I ain't never letting go
Flip a switch on they ass
Like I ain't got no choice aye
Imma keep on spitting til they hear my voice
The bandits rolling loud but they ain't make no noise
I don't know how to feel about you til you show some poise
How bout you say it with ya chest instead of acting like a bitch
Imma keep doing me and that won't ever change
I focus on the bread while I've been working on my range
Gotta hundred round drum and it's aiming at ya brain
I'm just feeling myself but I swear that I'm insane
I've been starring at these walls and I promise they been talking to me
I can hear the voices but the language sounding foreign to me
Then I had a crisis with a homie he been moving shady
Wants a feature on a song but I can see he wanna play me
In a whip, he pushing daisies
Wanna cop a new Mercedes'
But he acting lazy
So I had to cut him off
Now the gang is stronger than the navy
I'm the captain, call me Brady
While he out here looking crazy
Moving hella flakey, I'm just
Rolling down the road
Got it jumping 6four
I could never stop
Do it for my ken folk
Got my foot on the gas
And I ain't never letting go
Flip a switch on they ass
Like I ain't got no choice aye
Rolling down the road
Got it jumping 6four
I could never stop
Do it for my ken folk
Got my foot on the gas
And I ain't never letting go
Flip a switch on they ass
Like I ain't got no choice aye
Walk it how you talk it
He flex a new watch but he rented never bought it
I swear it's all the same
These rappers always talking but I can see they full of pain
And it's coming from their heart so I shake my head in shame
Why you talking on my name
If you keep on doing that then I'm coming with the gang
And I put that on my momma
They throwing all this hate but I'm just tryna cop a dollar
Dollar, dollar, make em holler
In the back they blowing ganja
Please pray for me
Sometimes I sit back and I think the lord forsaken me
But I gotta make this cake I'm in a bakery
And my position never changing
While my homie got the stainless
And he shooting so we praying
Rolling down the road
Got it jumping 6four
I could never stop
Do it for my ken folk
Got my foot on the gas
And I ain't never letting go
Flip a switch on they ass
Like I ain't got no choice

Written by:
Devin Alvey

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