Walk on By Termanology (Ft. Kota the Friend)

[Intro: Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes]
Shortfyuz
I don't like it on the outside
I gotta get on the inside
Won't you let me into your world? Oh lady

[Chorus: Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes and Termanology]
You walk around with your head up high
On the street I stop but you walk on by
You walk around with your head up high
On the street I stop but you walk on by (Yo, yo, uh)

[Verse 1: Termanology]
You lie to women for a livin'
Tell them that you workin' when really you just chillin'
Feelin' like you the shit and women should be kneelin'
Like they seen the crucifix, ruthless how I'm feelin'
'Cause don't nobody care 'bout that liquor you be spillin'
Down into your stomach when you don't feel like livin'
Stuck inside a building where many criminals live in
Couple different children from multiple different women
And all them bitches is trippin'
Same time, everybody just can't get the same shine
Somebody gotta play 'Clef, somebody gotta play Pras
You say that's your blood brother but if you buck the same nine
And catch a body then let's see if you get the same charge
Bonfires with car tires burn on the Northside
Lawyers in they Porsche ride drivin' 'round with they horse high
And I was runny-nosed on Broadway and Bradford
Even though life was drastic, somehow we still adapted