Music Video

Featured In

Listen to Anarchy - Single by N3zzy
ALBUMAnarchy - SingleN3zzy

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Godson Onyeamachi Emeka
Godson Onyeamachi Emeka
Songwriter

Lyrics

Aye, aye We getting cash and these niggas mad cuz they're not us She say my swag is so sick It make her nauseous (it make her sick yeah) Stabbed me in the back I'm so naive to think that you loved us (I'm so naive) For goodness sake, y'all so fake These niggas knock off (Oh nigga please) I'm really out here flexing with my Gs (yeah I'm with the Gs) Been trynna get me a Mac Ever since I got my cheese (I got my bands up) Always look out for them rats Gotta watch out for them fleas (watch out for that) You know we keep it on lock Cuz we the ones with the keys (we got the keys yeah) You know we keeping it real (real) We do not hang with no fakers (no fakers) We hang with movers and shakers (shakers) And we balling like we play for the lakers (lakers) I was sitting by the porch Praising the lord but I didn't go to church You know I'm lit like a torch and I ain't stressing I'm not doing much (no) I feel like cyborg I am a winner yeah I'm a victor (a victor) Religion got you blinded so you can't see the picture (oh no) Since a lil kid I've been arguing with religious teachers (yeah) Spread my girl's leg like the gospel Yeah I feel like a preacher We getting cash and these niggas mad cuz they're not us She say my swag is so sick It make her nauseous (it make her sick yeah) Stabbed me in the back I'm so naive to think that you loved us (I'm so naive) For goodness sake, y'all so fake These niggas knock off (Oh nigga please) I'm really out here flexing with my Gs (yeah I'm with the Gs) Been trynna get me a Mac Ever since I got my cheese (I got my bands up) Always look out for them rats Gotta watch out for them fleas (watch out for that) You know we keep it on lock Cuz we the ones with the keys (we got the keys yeah) The world is yours and this world is mine too Your thoughts are powerful You don't know what the mind do They wanna cage your mind That's what they trynna do You know this is the truth it's hard to handle (oh yeah yeah) Y'all don't practice what you preach (no) You only care about getting rich (rich) You don't care bout the masses And it's so sad cuz they kiss your asses They playing games on us I'm trynna intercept their passes Man this shit so tragic, is it sorcery or magic We getting cash and these niggas mad cuz they're not us She say my swag is so sick It make her nauseous (it make her sick yeah) Stabbed me in the back I'm so naive to think that you loved us (I'm so naive) For goodness sake, y'all so fake These niggas knock off (Oh nigga please) I'm really out here flexing with my Gs (yeah I'm with the Gs) Been trynna get me a Mac Ever since I got my cheese (I got my bands up) Always look out for them rats Gotta watch out for them fleas (watch out for that) You know we keep it on lock Cuz we the ones with the keys (we got the keys yeah)
Writer(s): Godson Emeka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramPath