Lyrics A Gem - Sy Ari Da Kid

A Gem

I connect the with you the way I do\nAnd I think when I’m around you, like, I’ll listen to everything\nI don’t give a fuck if we just bullshit\nWhen you talk, ah, fuck, I never know when you’re gonna drop a gem\nAnd you always drop gems (Yeah, yeah)\nYou niggas talk a lot of shit, though\nBut don’t apply the info, how you mingle?\nWindow shop so much you might buy a window\nThis is not a rental, my mans all vouchin'\nWhips on, slips pink like a Cam’ron outfit\nDamn y’all announcements, now our own land on houses, word\nYou standin' on couches, we standin' on mountains with birds\nI dead 'em all, been to war, and got ghetto scars\nYour offense don’t say that y’all lit like LaMelo Ball\nRebel stars, this is Marietta, not Kennesaw\nYoung Dro gave me my flowers soon as I sent the songs\nI mean this, I’m who I just wanna be\nI just took my son iPad and seen some shit that I ain’t wanna see\nGod in front of me, I’m in Vegas, y’all didn’t fuck with me\nI got homies that got opps and done got shot in front of me\nCan’t respect that shit you talkin' if you not in front of me\nThe ways these industry niggas movin', you gotta fuck with me, say word (Yeah)\nYeah, yeah, say word\nYeah, say that, say word, word\nMy gift outweighed all the curses, yeah\nHomie, this ain’t what they heard, yeah\nYeah, yeah, say word\nYeah, say that, say word (Say word), word\nMy gift outweighed all the curses, yeah\nHomie, this ain’t what they heard\nThis ain’t multiplayer, but join the game before the fame\nStill, I’m in the hood like an oil change, we all the same\nWhen you stay down with your niggas, that’s when your boys’ll change\nWhen you do what’s best for your family, that’s when they call you lame\nGrew up watchin' Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and Martin Payne\nJazzy Jeff just texted me, I’m actually blessed from Freddie Foxxx\nLegends connecting\nNow, what good is your product if I could sell what you selling?\nThe sequel to Coming to America filming\nGo tell that to Eddie, yeah\nTryna sit where they at\nYou worry about me, need to worry about where your kid gon' stay at\nStill ghetto, still tryna steal points from my Chick-fil-A app\nThis ain’t no refund, but you know we gon' get some payback\nPain turned relentless\nI done sold a three-five, fed my daughter, and cleaned my pistol\nIn the same thirty minutes\nLot of days in the rain, we done came from the trenches\nOn the gang, niggas gotta know my name 'til I’m finished\nSay word, word (Facts)\nYeah, yeah, say word\nYeah, say that, say word, word\nMy gift outweighed all the curses, yeah\nHomie, this ain’t what they heard, yeah\nYeah, yeah, say word\nYeah, say that, say word (Say word), word\nMy gift outweighed all the curses, yeah\nHomie, this ain’t what they heard