
Got Somewhere To Go Spodee (Ft. CyHi)
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[Verse 1: Spodee]
I got somewhere to go, I gotta get there before I'm late
Never worry bout no bidnis, fuck they mind, cause they fake
You gotta know how many niggas want they fingers on your plate
Just got a girl, she resembling my cake
For real, dog, it's never been a secret, just my choice and I don't feel ya'll
Niggas sellin tickets, I whent and picked up a weal call
I come from where the lamest niggas kill ya'll
They pullin different ratchits out, for niggas with them happy mouths
Like, what's that you was cappin bout
Time to handle it, it's too late for scramblin
I ain't goin let you take me from my family
Niggas got questions, but I don't wanna answer
Sick of hidin niggas, Imma keep applying pressure
Everybody lookin, but don't always find treasure
I grew up with pain, so I gotta find pleasure
Imma go insaine if you don't get the bread up
[Chorus: Spodee]
Get calls, you must except it
And if you get a good hit, you goin respect that
Lately I been thinkin to myself
Nobody goin go harder for you than yourself
I got somewhere to go
I got somewhere to go
I got somewhere to go, I gotta get there before I'm late
Never worry bout no bidnis, fuck they mind, cause they fake
You gotta know how many niggas want they fingers on your plate
Just got a girl, she resembling my cake
For real, dog, it's never been a secret, just my choice and I don't feel ya'll
Niggas sellin tickets, I whent and picked up a weal call
I come from where the lamest niggas kill ya'll
They pullin different ratchits out, for niggas with them happy mouths
Like, what's that you was cappin bout
Time to handle it, it's too late for scramblin
I ain't goin let you take me from my family
Niggas got questions, but I don't wanna answer
Sick of hidin niggas, Imma keep applying pressure
Everybody lookin, but don't always find treasure
I grew up with pain, so I gotta find pleasure
Imma go insaine if you don't get the bread up
[Chorus: Spodee]
Get calls, you must except it
And if you get a good hit, you goin respect that
Lately I been thinkin to myself
Nobody goin go harder for you than yourself
I got somewhere to go
I got somewhere to go
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