Correction Lyrics Anybody by NorthSideBenji

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Ayo, Jug (I can't be walkin' 'round here like I'm anybody, I ain't anybody)
Yeah (Eza on the beat, he cooked that sh*t), ah

I can't be walkin' 'round here like I'm anybody, I ain't anybody
She saw the stick, it's another body and another body
And another body and another body
I got some main b*t*hes, no side b*t*hes on my mentions
I made a killin' minding my own business
Stack up the paper higher than the ceiling
My young n***a drilling indefinitely
I'ma be what I'm destined to be
I got people to feed, they invested in mе
I was up in the trap house with the dog food likе it's Pedigree
I was up in the meth house counting hunnids of rackades
My n***a got caught in the stash house and I heard that he ain't coming back

Nah, he ain't come back
Lost my brother, my slime, my dawg
Know she answer any time I call
We got them choppers, ready for war
Know that we lit, I ain't even flexing
I got my shooters with me with a weapon
Tryna stay open, 7-Eleven
Play with my money, then you need a reverend
I cannot f**k on a b*t*h if she broke
This ain't winter, I got snow
Time ain't waiting for nobody, baby, I just gotta go
Keep 100, that's on my soul
If she wasn't real, I let her go
Grab the Crush, love to pour
Pour up a hunnid, I pour up a four
Yeah, I turn on the pain
We're just praying for better days
Now we in a Wraith
n***as they mad, n***as they hate
I'm in my bag, I can't relate
Ain't no legs, aim for your face
I ain't just anybody with a K
I press anybody for the gang

I can't be walkin' 'round here like I'm anybody, I ain't anybody
She saw the stick, it's another body and another body
And another body and another body
I got some main b*t*hes, no side b*t*hes on my mentions
I made a killin' minding my own business
Stack up the paper higher than the ceiling
My young n***a drilling indefinitely
I'ma be what I'm destined to be
I got people to feed, they invested in me
I was up in the trap house with the dog food like it's Pedigree
I was up in the meth house counting hunnids of rackades
My n***a got caught in the stash house and I heard that he ain't coming back

Nah, he ain't coming back
Ten years to be exact
Fendi on and a strap
Kept it solid, didn't rat
Crodie said, "Keep rapping
Better stay out the trap
Bruh, they don't wanna see you winning
They wanna see you get snatched"
So I can't roll with anybody, I keep it on the waist
Don't think I'm just a rapper, I come lock off the place
See, I don't play 'round, I keep me a trey pound
I got me some issues, I think that's why no one stays 'round
Baby, can you stay down? It's hard to be a star
They wanna know where you is, they wonder where you are
I can't let 'em know, see these b*t*hes get the drop
North side 'til I go (Yeah), the Robin Banks

I can't be walkin' 'round here like I'm anybody, I ain't anybody
She saw the stick, it's another body and another body
And another body and another body
I got some main b*t*hes, no side b*t*hes on my mentions
I made a killin' minding my own business
Stack up the paper higher than the ceiling
My young n***a drilling indefinitely
I'ma be what I'm destined to be
I got people to feed, they invested in me
I was up in the trap house with the dog food like it's Pedigree
I was up in the meth house counting hunnids of rackades
My n***a got caught in the stash house and I heard that he ain't coming back

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