Testo Energy - Jae Millz feat. Mak
Testo della canzone Energy (Jae Millz feat. Mak), tratta dall'album Pay Attention, It's Free
I ain't never had no patience for a chicken, no
Couple homies gettin' busy, yeah they clickin' hard
I don't really feel that energy you givin' off
Gotta separate myself, don't want it rubbin' off
I know some niggas movin' funny, but I peep though
Made a vow to myself, I gotta keep though
Niggas copyin' my style 'cause I'm me though
I'm always dripped up and styled, don't wear no cheap clothes
We stayin' focused, far away from bogus
We in motion, just in case you ain't notice
I'm far away from the leeches and the vultures
I was told you gotta keep your enemies the closest
'Cause niggas that you know the closest, they'll do some hoe shit
Smile up in your face, always talkin' 'bout some bro shit
Go behind your back, do some slick snake broke shit
Then dap you the next day and act like they don't really know shit
Niggas phony and they vibed off, tell the truth it's my fault
I acted blind and a lot of lines got crossed
I'm drinkin' more and smokin' more to take my mind off
I had to learn the hard way, so that's just my loss
I ain't never had no patience for a chicken, no
Couple homies gettin' busy, yeah they clickin' hard
I don't really feel that energy you givin' off
Gotta separate myself, don't want it rubbin' off
I know some niggas movin' funny, but I peep though
Made a vow to myself, I gotta keep though
Niggas copyin' my style 'cause I'm me though
I'm always dripped up and styled, don't wear no cheap clothes
Born refrigerated, niggas know I'm on some cool shit
Her pussy fire, but she young, so at times she a nuisance
I overheard some niggas sayin' Milzie on some new shit
Nah, I'm just hip to the game, your whole family lyin' like Lucius
Nice like Greg, but B, I'm on some smooth shit
If you snitched even after death, you
Still a rat, that's what the rule is
Nowadays these niggas got it twisted like a pretzel
You know it's bad when they mad that you won't let 'em finesse you
Pay attention 'cause it's free, that there don't cost a penny
They smilin', but they salty when you courtside, drenched in Fendi
Thought that was your dawg, he lined you up but ain't no barber
And your bitch was by his side, and that's the main reason why
I ain't never had no patience for a chicken, no
Couple homies gettin' busy, yeah they clickin' hard
I don't really feel that energy you givin' off
Gotta separate myself, don't want it rubbin' off
I know some niggas movin' funny, but I peep though
Made a vow to myself, I gotta keep though
Niggas copyin' my style 'cause I'm me though
I'm always dripped up and styled, don't wear no cheap clothes
Credits
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Philip Antonio Thomas, Matthew O'brien, Christopher John Lane, John Bruce Macgillivray, Matthew Jehu Samuels
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