Lazz - In My Yeezys

Talk all that talk, they couldn't walk a mile in my yeezys
Don't question why I sling rods, cause bitch I got my reasons aye
They brought guns, we brought ours
But me I'm quick to squeeze it
This is not a façade yeah
Okay, tell me how you feel
I don't care how they feel, ima make a mill though
Clutching on my coat, I can see them raindrops through my window
They say "go rap and get rich"
I wish it was that simple
For this I would kill
How they some steppers? They won't kill though
Siamese, she say she go both ways
Glock two seven, aim that shit at your face
Like a fire, make a wish and blow him away aye, aye
Take off his face cause niggas snitching, no face, no case
I can take him out from far or close range
They trying to shoot my dreams down with no aim, no way
Cutter got a kick, but it's okay
Returning all the dreams that they sold me, sold me
You would not believe what they told me, told me
When it went to shit, niggas showed me true colors
Don't love me not a bit, shit went bad, they ain't do nothing
I'd sign a deal real quick to make sure my whole crew stunting
Talk all that talk, they couldn't walk a mile in my yeezys
Don't question why I sling rods, cause bitch I got my reasons aye
They brought guns, we brought ours
But me I'm quick to squeeze it
This is not a façade yeah
Okay, tell me how you feel
I don't care how they feel, ima make a mill though
Clutching on my coat, I can see them raindrops through my window
They say "go rap and get rich"
I wish it was that simple
For this I would kill
How they some steppers? They won't kill though
They say "rap and get rich"
I wish it was that simple
All these niggas fake and flaugin, ain't no room left for the real ones
If I sign my name in blood, bitch I might just get a million
Before I sacrifice my family, ima hit the streets and get it
If you can go get a thousand, then you can go get a million
Had about ten rods in my face man I shouldn't be living
Remember SWAT kicked down the door
On me and bro, man, we was children
We ain't know nothing about jurisdictions, we was just youngin's trying to get it
Get it
Early mornings and court cases
Cold ass court rooms and judges faces
Just a lost boy I pray I make it, hope and pray I make it
Talk all that talk, they couldn't walk a mile in my yeezys
Don't question why I sling rods, cause bitch I got my reasons aye
They brought guns, we brought ours
But me I'm quick to squeeze it
This is not a façade yeah
Okay, tell me how you feel
I don't care how they feel, ima make a mill though
Clutching on my coat, I can see them raindrops through my window
They say "go rap and get rich"
I wish it was that simple
For this I would kill
How they some steppers? They won't kill though

Written by:
Lazarus Quinn

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