SADE MIKE (Ft. Adé Hakim & Caleb Giles)

[MIKE]

Yeah
And I ain't never runnin' with the snakes
Man, you better watch your hand you taking nothing from my plate
All I got is this Metro and these problems that I face
Feeling hollow and decayed as I'm walking through the cater
I been feeling lost and misplaced, cause I been chasing after paper
Evading from the fake ones, and you been damaging my soul
And I don't need no cannabis to grow, also I ain't wanna cross you
Find your ankles on the road, and inside I feel a void
I cannot hand your ass a home
It's so hard to face the fact that I'm alone
I be walking through these streets until the cracking of my bones
I'm a- I'm a hard hitter, sharp shooter, the stars glitter, the harsh winter
I'm a- I'm a hard hitter, sharp shooter, the stars glitter, the harsh winter
Harsh winter

[ADE HAKIM]

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Went to- went to- yeah
Went to New York, I entered this sport to pin ya, to floss
I came up out of town with Mike, to bring you some noise (bring you some noise)
Not a fake, man you a choice, I gotta say, my ass in hot lava
Saving the pennies boy, and I can't avoid the days I can't see joy
I'm boutta pull out fancy toys, trigger the manly voice
Nigga, hard hitter, sharp shooter when stars glitter, my skin turn pale in these harsh winters