COULD NEVER BE ME! ft. OG KEMi Lyrics

Long time man I been in the Wood

Ain't Green when I walk down the block

After school we were chillin in tops

Ask boss for some wings on the box

Now I hear mandem been in the box

That's tough, could never be me

If I'm committing first degree, it would be on a beat

That's on me

On me, on me

Switch on the team?

Fleeing the scene?

Who could he be?

On me, on me

Switch on the team?

Fleeing the scene?

And who could he be?

Oh shit, I think I got blood on my T

No Cs in the gang it's just blood on my team

I'm still finding it, hard to believe

The queen's in my hands with the cards that been dealt, I mean

She know bout the ins and outs, but can't figure out how a young nigga feels

She been tryna get in my head, it's peak 'cause my brain came equipped with a shield

Heart on the fence

I just stopped talking in defence

Sundays man I went Tottenham for kickboxing instead of me tryna repent

Now I put all my sins on a pen

Spit truth or rap cap

Man don't care, 'cause the shit that I talk manifest

I'm debating if I should be spiritual

If a dumb niggaa wanna get physical, know my punchlines are more than lyrical

I'm giving that static like Kilua, shocking these man when I show I'm not typical

The way a man hop on the mic and cause arson should be more than criminal

Had a nigga asking me if I'm good, are you good? like

Long time man I been in the Wood

Ain't Green when I walk down the block

After school we were chillin in tops

Ask boss for some wings on the box

Now I hear mandem been in the box

That's tough, could never be me

If I'm committing first degree, it would be on a beat

That's on me

On me, on me

Switch on the team?

Fleeing the scene?

Who could he be?

On me, on me

Switch on the team?

Fleeing the scene?

And who could he be?

To trick on a bitch, could never be me

Not hitting a lick, could never be me

If rap don't work, I'ma get on the streets, start moving a brick

Weapons in both of my pockets, I feel like John Wick

The money, I love it, I get to it quick

And I'm from the sticks

Pull up with the sticks

Pull up with the pills

Pull up in the rick

All of these model hoes sucking my dick

All of these pussy niggas, I'm their father

Not saving these hoes, cause I'm not a martyr

The way that you dressing look like a disaster

I'm rocking all white, but I'm not a pastor

I'm in the cut like a motherfucking plaster

Yeah, like an incision, I be in a cut

Don't know who the coolest? My nigga just ask her

Wait, Balenciaga my shoes

I'm outside, I'm fighting with goons

I'm outside, I'm fighting with crackers

But they not leaving a bruise

Was already chose so how could I lose?

And I fucked on his bitch and he ain't have a clue

Got gelato in my pocket, it's sticky like glue

I'm in love with these hoes, I cannot be your boo

Long time man I been in the Wood

Ain't Green when I walk down the block

After school we were chillin in tops

Ask boss for some wings on the box

Now I hear mandem been in the box

That's tough, could never be me

If I'm committing first degree, it would be on a beat

That's on me

On me, on me

Switch on the team?

Fleeing the scene?

Who could he be?

On me, on me

Switch on the team?

Fleeing the scene?

And who could he be?