Vinny Circs - How Could I?

Yuh
People be talking a lot
They just be yapping to hear it
That don't sit well on my spirit
Word on the block
They gotta hand me the digits
They gotta gimme a minute
They getting mad and they livid
Numbers like Pop
Pop like I coach for the Spurs
Pop like I'm Michael for sure
They got some nerve
(They got some nerve)
They getting blocked
I'm on the block like I'm Serge (Serge)
Ice and it drip like a sink (Ice)
Sink like the top of the berg

How could I?
How could I bite on the hand (How?)
How could I like em' at all then turn right around and like on the gram
How could I?
How could I slip out a jam? (Slip)
How could I give em' my all I'm already giving you all that I can

How could I?
Yeah
How could I?
Yeah
Yeah, people be talking a lot
They just be yapping to hear it
That don't sit well on my spirit
Word on the block (Word on the block)
They gotta hand me the digits
They gotta gimme a minute
They getting mad and they livid
This shit is
This shit is easy for me (Money)
Shit shit ain't easy for you (Nah)
Numbers too easy to do (Yeah)
Look at em' yap, yap, yap
I'm just so young and I'm tatted
I do what you couldn't fathom
Things you could never imagine (Nah)
I got the slaps they gimme daps whenever I'm passing em' all (Pass)
I got the slaps they spinning that whenever I shop in the mall
Shit is like Maps you know where I'm at as soon as you getting the call
Only the fax like you getting printed the minute the phone get a call (Brrt) (Yeah yeah yeah)
Why would I fold?
I'm just too young to be old (Too young)
I'm just too hot to be cold (Hot)
I'm just too high to be low (Too high)
Why would I run?
(Why would I run?)
Unless I'm making a run
(Making a run)
Told em' we all gonna eat
We all gonna eat, nobody saving me some (Naw)

People be talking a lot
(Talking, talking, talk)
That don't sit well on my spirit
Word on the block (Word on the block)
They gotta hand me the digits
They gotta gimme a minute
They getting mad and they livid
Numbers like Pop
Pop like I coach for the Spurs
Pop like I'm Michael for sure
They got some nerve
They getting blocked (They getting blocked)
I'm on the block like I'm Serge (Serge)
Ice and it drip like a sink (Sink)
Sink like the top of the berg (Ice)

How could I?
How could I bite on the hand (How?)
How could I like em' at all then turn right around and like on the gram (How?)
How could I?
How could I slip out a jam? (Slip)
How could I give em' my all I'm already giving you all that I can, yeah

Written by:
Vincent Cirlincione

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