Savy Soul - Strap Lyrics

Give me the strap I don't know nothing but 203 tap
I use to run the streets with dad
Now girls from the street wanna make me a dad
I'm use lies being told to my face
So don't come round my way
Cause that energy sad
I'm in to money and poppin them tag
These are the riches are I still keep my rags
Back where I'm from they do nothing
So that made my energy move something
I'm use making a move cousin
We gotta pop out and do something
These are the time
Yeah your dooms coming
I wouldn't blame on you
I was just bored on a Thursday and I needed something to shoot
Bitch who are you
Duce boy with the Canada Goose
F*ck your news nigga we are the news
All of these sectors and crews
203 860 infecting you
I was dreaming of making song
I can't do wrong
I'm tryna get on
New farraqan
Don't tell my mom
I read the Quran
And I hit from bog
Thinking I might of stayed in my city too long
This why I'm coming this strong
Bitch who the f*ck are you
I need a w
I do not f*ck with you
You use to L
But don't you worry my brother because if one of falls then all of fail we going to jail
So
I pull it back like it Velcro
I'm not rapper for sale hoe
This soundtrack to chaplle show
I'm into getting bread tho
What's in my head tho
I need some head tho
Music the only thing make me feel special

Different kind of drip on me
They what you mean
Life gave me Lemons and I squeeze

I woke up in the morning one day said they gotta feel my energy
I'll sell music like coke in 80's without having to buy my streams nigga if you know what I mean

I wanna see the real thing
After I f*ck that bitch I'm like damn
Maybe I need a black queen

I might love that hoe for minute but she never get the new ring
She never get the real thing
How is princess gonna be loyal to a king
Bitch of know what I mean
Do t break the ting

And for you f*ck niggas talking
New lyrical weapon it rap and it sing

Give me the strap I don't know nothing but 203 tap
I use to run the streets with dad
Now girls from the street wanna make me a dad
I'm use lies being told to my face
So don't come round my way
Cause that energy sad
I'm in to money and poppin them tag
These are the riches are I still keep my rags

These are bitches and these are bags
This Is my jewelry and this my swag
They always ask me why I do look mad
My answer I'm good don't assume cause I'm black
Maybe as niggas
We hide hind this mask
Feel like we fail the most simplest task
What is our life after we get the bag
When there's no end to the things we can have
I was just flexing for what when the audience died
Cause some stupid ass racist was mad
That's my worst fear as an artist
I know that it sounds pessimistic
But that's all I had
Inside my mental
I need to relax
I had freaky lil bitch
Doing split on the dick
Man in loving the way she gag
I didn't send her no Uber she got her whip
Picked her up and I just saved up on gas
I had get to cash