Cello Miles - Pawn Lyrics

High five won't you give me yo soul
Drive by
Do the dash
We giving and go

Yea we sweeping the flo
Do the dirty work
Put on a show
Anything just to get in the doe huh

High five won't you give me yo soul
Drive by
Do the dash
We giving and go

Yea we sweeping the flo
Do the dirty work
Put on a show
Anything just to get in the doe huh

Now you acting like you packin' the strap
If you talkin all that shit but it ain't accurate fact
Sit next to the door like you back in the trap
If you trying to change the game
Be shaq and attack
WHAT
Why you cappin wit yo follower count
Them likes adding up like a baller amount
You jus a pawn in a pond
I guess we following trout
Blowin smoke thru the noise like you swallowed a oz

You in the game but you lackin promo
Switch across the lanes yea you can show boat
Wastin energy on hate man you fasho broke
Framing fit the medium
I guess it's a photo
And you child stuck lookin like a logo
Every nigga think they real til they see the slow roast

Take a picture like a stick up
You afraid it give you hiccups
Can't be scared you gon slip up

Now you kno you gon choke
WHAT
WHAT



High five won't you give me yo soul
Drive by
Do the dash
We giving and go

Yea we sweeping the flo
Do the dirty work
Put on a show
Anything just to get in the doe huh

High five won't you give me yo soul
Drive by
Do the dash
We giving and go

Yea we sweeping the flo
Do the dirty work
Put on a show
Anything just to get in the doe huh




Yes I'm working like 10 a day
You been afraid
Get out the mud like a renegade
Pay yo rent today

Runnin from the past
Dipping off to a different space

Half y'all doin the dash
Leaking facts on a different case

9 times outta 10
You a cat
Call that fish fillet

Been abouta bag
You been afraid

Batter up to plate
I came to play

Workin on a paper chase

Bike got a flat
Riding at a different pace

Journey kinda bumpy
Proactive
I'm in her face

See the spinning spokes
Now you sending folks

Spraying the dirty work Black Boy like you Kenneth Cole

I was raised by men
We finish goals

Scared to break a knee just like derrick rose

Im the number after zero im feeling chose

Mr 17.5 im feeling throwed

Never know I am invested
Im at the line at yo section
Got the power like x men
No one can stop my direction

Save yo breath for the stressin

See the top Im destin
It aint never been a question
Push the pen to the medal you feelin the pressure
Vision lookin rocky this aint Sylvester

Joe Pesci
Smooth on ice man
Wayne Gretzky
Coldest on this beat
Man Hazel blessed me