Hakeem Raahil - Charles Barkley Lyrics

I'm glad you back, just to end they sh*t
They like Keem, where hell you been
N*gga been laid back chillin and sh*t
Ion gotta rap jus to feel y'all sh*t
I be chill, kill- like John wick
N*gga be smooth when i move with the stick
Most y'all love just to sleep on the kid
20-points in garden, ball like a Knick
Feel like a mason, i lay with the bricks
When i say bricks, boy I'm talking my chips
N*gga try me, and they get laid quick
Still day ones, can't say they dip
Coolin with my dawg, call me Mike Vick
F*ck around - spend 10k on kicks
Fina hit the bay, to say I'm lit!
New Orleans for a day, Ain't no place i been
Fina call Dre, 'Cuz the city so near
Welcome all y'all this the freedom in fear
Still got the vision, see it so clear
Need me a puck for the ice in my ears
Hold on now, i done found my rhythm
Free my dawgs that be lock in the prison
Too many n*ggas that's caught in the system
Smooth on the beat, got it feelin like Christmas
Cash on the move, gotta see, go get it
My eyes light up when i see them digits
I know i been gone, it's been a minute
Y'all rap n*ggas, still rap gimmicks
Bout time, right back in the kitchen
Now I'm back ima rap 'til I'm finished
Clown a** n*ggas, y'all looking like grimace
N*ggas trying to be the best who it did

Y'all raps sh*t, that's life in the toilet
Hit the south side that's a flight in the morning
Giving y'all raps, this life from the gorgeous
But i move smarter, like I'm James harden
Team vamp life, so away with the garlic
Gone text my line, n*gga ion do the talking
That's a man down if we Talking bout a target
Put dirt on 'em, ion wana see the carcass
Ion do love, so I'm sorry my darling
Pick yourself back up if you talkin bout falling
Shorty I'm balling, call me Charles Barkley
N*gga had jugs when i was back in college
What's the word Keem?, n*gga i can't call it
Just saw your video, y'all niggas starving
Only ten views? Gaddamn it's appalling
N*ggas love to talk, like they a** King Arthur
Money on the line, you can see that it's calling
Don't got a whip, still trap on the Marta
Still got bands- just to spend on a charter
Visual artist, see what I'm talking
In the rap game, still got it by the collar
Might pick up if you Talking bout a dollar
N*ggas out here with whatchamacallit's
I know that lifestyle ain't what you want it
N*ggas rock chains, just to say that they flaunting
Next thing you know they ass sitting Dungeon
Crying for they mama, with flies all on em
One time in it, for sky's i conquer
All that smoke y'all really don't want it
Now y'all see how I'm coming
All white ones, and i still need some
So i cop them b*tches all colors