Lyrics : Ludwig Göransson/Tobe Nwigwe
Music : Ludwig Göransson/Tobe Nwigwe
Drip, glow, soul, way
Clip, pole, smoke, fade
They want the drip, they want the glow
They want my soul, they want the way
I keep a clip, I keep a pole
Who want the smoke, who want the fade
Look, I know you want my number
I know you want my number
Why the laws wanna take us under
Why the hell am I in this jungle?
Look, I know you want my number
I know you want my number
Why the laws wanna take us under
Why the hell am I in this jungle?
Why the hell the law wanna press me?
A little wrinkle in time, make you pull the iron out
Find out what I'm 'bout from the inside out
Ride out the hideout, playin', we don't strike out
Fly out while we drive out, ain't no timeouts
We don't cry 'bout how they try to take us all out
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Bounce, crouch, or get slouched
My whole hood devout and
Vouch for the poems out of my mouth
My momma told me not to be a harlot
Granny helped mе take the wise route
Although I'm itty bitty, sittin' pretty
If the situation sticky, lights out
But for right now, it's funny how
They want the drip, they want the glow
They want my soul, they want the way
I keep a clip, I keep a pole
Who want the smoke, who want the fade
You cannot have it all (No)
What's all the starting for?
Drip, glow, soul, way
Clip, pole, smoke, fade
They want the drip, they want the glow
They want my soul, they want the way
I keep a clip, I keep a pole
Who want the smoke, who want the fade
I can't feel my feet, falling
I feel incomplete, falling
How can all this be, falling
My body is me, falling
I can't feel my feet, falling
I feel incomplete, falling
My body is me, falling
Back on my feet, falling
Officer, officer, I swear I ain't really got no out with you
Officer, officer, make me wanna-
Officer, officer, make me wanna (Ah)
Officer, officer, make me wanna (Ah)
Officer, officer, make me wanna-