Afro Soul Sounds - I Admit It (feat. Precious Jewel, Anexis., Mistress of Rap & Sefu)

I took a tango with some mini mes
They tryna catch my steez again
We enemies
I need patience fore I squeeze again
No friend of me
We can't come close close casting once our season end
It's like I got a lease on friends
A freeze on friends
I'm so calm and cool off it
Cus see my eyes be onna profit
I'm a prophet pushing positivity
No liability if you don't feel me
Say deal with it as ya please
We too committed
I admit it

Yea I admit it
Me and my crew nah yea we wit it
I admit it
I'm true to this shit like da yankee fitted
I admit it
We walkin these streets movin real different
Yea I admit it
Yea
I admit it
Yea
I admit it
Me and my niggas yea we different
Check out da crew
Check what we do
Yea we do it
Check how we do it
When we in the north east to da west
Check what we do
I swear we be da best yea check how we do

While niggas is talking I relay
I'm racking up straight from the CA
I'm putting rosé on the PA
Just to make it holy for the sake of it
See the patience though
That's the real of it
Bitch I'm making gains
Yeah I'm lifting shit
Hoping bright skies in the future tense
And the holy grail I hope I'm making sense
Afro soul sounds we golden
Ya we sold out we chosen
We the up and coming
We the main event
Yeah we talking greatness
We gone talk our shit
Makin record after record after record
How the weather
When the sun is out
We running ragers
DC real deal
Movin paces
Thanks you love and graces
Oh lawd

I'll admit it
Rockstars with me fitted
The white bentley tinted
Can't live without her
Imma leave her glistening
I wish you would listen
I wish you would listen
No aborting the mission
Aborting the mission
No aborting the mission
If Seph be the Jordan
Then Nex be the Pippen
If Nex be the Burrow
Then Joe be the Mixon
Listen
You niggas is tripping
You niggas is tripping
Go off the deep end
Retrieving what I know
You ain't my bleed
You ain't my bro
You ain't my bleed
You ain't my bro
If I can't leave
Then you can't go
Why you gon leave me
Where you gon go
I gotta breathe on the beat
I gotta breathe in the beat
I gotta crawl to my feet
I can't give my all while leaking
I can't give my all while leaking
I gotta be everything momma knew I could be
Believe me

We dem golden childs
Yea it been a while since you seen young niggas like we
Finna run it back like twenty years
Still be relevant on da scene
Matta fact, relevancy don't matter to me
Afro soul sounds be da legacy
Undoubtfully, we went three for three
Made up and cleaned up the beat
In the batters box
Drive it five hundred feet
All rise to the judge
We don't fuck with feds
We the ones who send you where you needa go
Humiliate you and take yo bread
Not jail got my Jesus feets on
Fuck with my sisters end up in hell
Stomping down like we just jumped a rail
Dreadloc supremacy
Step to me with proper energy
I need more for me
I need more to eat
I need MOR with me
Jewels round my neck like I crossed the greeks
Took the Sefu out the stone right across the creek (uh)
We was in Northeast
Gemini in my moon
But my stars are born in pairs

Written by:
Anexis Ruiz, Jade Whaley, Joseph Williams, Precious Swinton

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