Dom Kennedy - Leanin Lyrics

Yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah

I know dealers, killers, hustlers, suckers
Real ones, busters, they amongst us
Children suffer, women touchin' 'em
Foes buckin' the weapons, bustin' 'em
Stomach rumblin', buildin' crumblin', kids tumblin'
Me, I was younger than, and now I'm more hungry
Feelin' like Bunji, girls more stunnin', way more money
I don't see what's funny, they keep waitin' on niggas to miss
I'm finna go light up my wrist, she see me and ask for a kiss
I pay for the food and we dip, I tell her, "Stop talking and strip"
I roll up and take me a hit, these niggas, they ain't got a hit
When he come to my city, I'm him, they ain't goin' hard in the gym
I'm only gon' play for the win, I don't need many attempts
Shoot my shot, it's goin' in, new weave, new skims
Barry Sanders with the pen, give it to me, I can swim
Give it to me, I can hit it for you, I'm real loyal, I'm from the soil
I'm feelin' royal, I'm burnin' oils, people hopin' I can restore order
Fourth quarter, your money shorter, I'm Rich Porter still bending corners
In the Chevy, it's a cold fact, you can never get your ho back
It's too good for me to hold back, and I just got the paint waxed
Girl might need a straight jacket, she suck it good, she f*ck it good
Make a niggas have a heart attack, make a nigga get his job back
One coupe and three racks, I got rocks in my dog tags

Leanin' to the back, leanin' to the back
Leanin' to the back, leanin' to the back

Drivin' through the city crazy, one hand on the wheel
Six figures for the wheels, can't rely on record deal
Be careful in my city, on my granny, it get real
Get you for your Richard Mille, hit you with a laced pill
I'm from O.P.M still, shoppin' Beverly Hills
With a brown skin queen, she like, "Can we go in here?"
I'm like, "Baby, go in there," niggas talkin' hella weird
I be gettin' to the chicken, gettin' paid and disappear
This don't drop 'til next year, they thought we was drinkin' beer
Turns out it was, pay me if you wanna hear it
Ten million, I'ma clear it, and I know them people fear us
Wifey need a Urus, yet you laughin' but I'm serious
I'm that nigga, ho, really, in a different league, clearly
All that talkin' don't offend me, I'm not tryna win on Emmy
I ain't goin' back and forth, I ain't showin' up to court
I'm a Westsider, bitch, I don't know what niggas thought
You went broke, it ain't my fault, I got diamonds in the vault
She gon' suck it 'til it's soft, when I rap, it get her off
All this money get her off, when I'm done, cut her off
Niggas tryna steal the sauce, I ain't even gotta floss

Leanin' to the back (yeah), leanin' to the back (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Leanin' to the back (uh), leanin' to the back
Leimert Park, you know where we at
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah