Buddha Monk - Baby Babe lyrics

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Buddha Monk - Baby Babe lyrics

[Intro: Grime] To be all that high energy.. Yeah... the haters and instigators Grime, n***a... brother is... For them haters and instigators For the Brooklyn, this is for them haters and instigators Yeah... yeah... yeah [Chorus 2X: Queen "Sail Away Sweet Sister" sample] Hey, little babe, you're changing Babe, are you feeling sore? It ain't no use in pretending You don't wanna play no more [Grime] I thought, keeping it real was taking care of your fam For the peeps out the hood, and not living the lam His whole life's a scam, when the heat surrounds me The same people that be the snakes is all rounds me The what ups, the hoopla, puffin' the la's Giving 'em five, saying slick sh** on the side See, if I got that, what's this And if I got, this, what's that I can't get 'em off my back You got money, you're hated in the hood And if you got nothing, then the n***a no good So what the f** is I'm living for? To make a little cheddar or choose to stay poor But I, I get mines whether envied or not And those who feel Grime, is you with me or not? I don't give a f**, I'mma still deal me a knot So it don't make a difference, if you give me my props, uh [Chorus 2X w/ ad-libs] [Grime] You see n***as want to hate and talk about me But they don't go clubbing unless they getting in free And I don't give a f** what whip you choose It can't be all of that, if you copped it used And a n***a know, he never walk the show room floors And it took about a year to fix the dent in your door So what, I ain't got no ride, but the Grime will thrive And that's all I need to get by No matter what I'm blessed with, I'm still the same n***a That you used to smoke weed on the steps with Hustle in the lobby cuz we getting the cash quick And run from police when they rush in the exits Same muthaf**a used to play ball with you And everytime you need me, go to war with you But that's my word, kid, you forgot That while you was playing toys in flip flops, n***a [Chorus 2X w/ ad-libs] [Grime] Yo, I make sense and not fingerprints in precents But this peephole snitch next door is straight b**h But those who talk alot, they wound up being broke alot Broke alot, all broken up in the lot I stop f**ing with them haters and instigators Now I'm rolling with big dogs and flippin' papers Meetings in skyscrapers, eating in five star places Miami, at the door places Those need n***as, cuz them n***as need me And I'mma bring it to ya'll n***as, if need be See Grime get money, but they hair peezy I stay clean cut with the hands, greasy And I ain't gon' let the next n***a lead me Cuz the next n***a for sure, ain't gon' free me See I get the cheddar, you get cheesy You don't want no problems, n***a, leave me [Chorus 2X w/ ad-libs]

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