Hakeem Lyrics

Stack house

I woke up in the 90's and felt like Hakeem

I just made 7k at a hotel

Seen so much shit, but I won't tell

Styling this shit like I'm Odell

I'mma light this shit up, and I don't care

Ain't buying a thing if it won't sell

Got the sauce and the seasoning, rotel

I won't ask you for shit that I won't share

All these women be choosing, they gon stare

Yeah I'm saved, but I can't judge a man off religion

I'm a man of my faith, so my flaws I ain't trippin'

Got a chick in Detroit, I be callin' her Piston

I had ran up my bag when I finally committed

They say I'm a ghost, they don't see me too much

When I step out, I'mma be fly as a eagle

You ain't calling my phone just to see how I'm doing

If you calling for something, I don't fuck with them people

Some people think they know what Stackhouse be doing

Can't put a hand on it, this shit ain't that easy

I got the key to this shit like a deacon

Been eating my dick up, but claiming she vegan

Can't talk about past, and then speak on the recent

In the past few days, made me a 10, it was decent

Made me a 10, I'mma call it Derozan

Ain't watching no kiddie movies, but I'm frozen

Pull up on yo chick, I might just console her

You calling, she hanging up like she supposed to

I got some dope I'mma roll up

Space got the beats, and I got the vocals

Wake up early, go get mimosas

But I got right back to the trap, yeah I'm focused

I feel like Lebron in the 4th, I'mma go for it

Gettin some money, that's yo' choice

I'm inhaling all of the pain from my past

Need to sit down, and talk bout some thangs with my dad

When I had my son, I lost respect for my pops

I can never leave Kai, and on God that's some facts

Let me get this shit off of my chest, I'mma vent

I got feelings that's pent, and emotions that's bent

I done put on a mask, just to pay on my rent

But I never promote it, that's some I resent

But I got a kid, so fuck it

It is what it is

That's what I thought

But karma had come back and hit me a couple of times in the face

Loss after loss

Sixteen, I had got kicked out the house

That's when shit had start going down south

I ain't really have a sense of direction

Next thing you know, I bought me a ounce

I ain't even have a scale for it

I ain't even have a play on my route

I had to pull up on my partner, really

And watch him break the shit all down

Ain't been the same since I found out, that 448 make the money pile

Been feeling this chick, she really my style

Been feeling this chick, she really my speed

Say that she see me, and her knees getting weak

Damn, you sound like SWV

I'm rolling loud, not the magazine

My touch is a drug, she feel like a fiend

I call the play, don't go under the screen

It's a thin line between getting money and dreams

Remember one night, I threw a few hundred in Dreams

I woke up in the 90's, and felt like Hakeem

Yeah hoe

I woke up in the 90's, and felt like Hakeem

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe

Yeah hoe