A lot of movement and cold sweats when I go rest
Night mares
My eyes ain't closed yet
Visions and premonitions,
Mental prisons, conditions
Have your soul pressed
When guys stay, moving side ways like you got no left
No trust, matter fact just as much as I'm gon' thrust
I'm done crying over spilt milk...let it soak up
They bully but it ain't bout the noogie
It's how they choke us
They fully know it ain't bout the hoody it's how that bro looks
By that bodega,
I was just standing there see
That camera clear
They ran up on me so I ran in fear
Feeling safe,
Until they... broke in my place
Go check their camera gear,
Face down, while my family & grandma there
It was by that bodega
I was no drug dealer
I was no thug with a
Gang and some guns with em
It's just sometimes,
To help the kids
I might try to sell some cigs
They got a hold on me,
Then go on me and
Pressing on my ribs
Ni**a can't you see I'm big
Please!
I can't breath !
I can't move !
I can't see !
I can't live !
It was by that bodega,
I was just standing there
See my hands is clear
I'm unarmed but that never mattered
Like black lives
Can't see the loop unless your reflecting it's like a black eye
Gon' see the truth if you get the message don't let it pass by
If that guy,
Just wants to drip, Then get him baptized
But making blue faces is how new blacks ride
Starting up business ,and making millions in hurry it got em' worried
But that ain't yo problem, go get your money
Cause
It was by that bodega,
The apartment was over it so I'm over it now hot pockets wasn't just where the oven is,
We was growing with
Stolen whips
Now we own the sh*t
Went from broken smiles to diamonds scattered in them Golden tips
That bodega
Where I became a man
Refused to wait and stand
Doing that hand to hand
Upgrade from bagging grams
To laundry bags
Took that made a bidness & create someone to call me dad
Never killed nobody yet they call me bad
I keep my,
Foot up on the gass
There's no proof that this'll last,
By that bodega .. is where I met my future and my past
I take a poof and then I pass
It ain't stupid if I ask
That bodega,
Could probably tell the future from your past
Denzil Porter - Just Standing There Lyrics
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A lot of movement and cold sweats when I go rest
Night mares
My eyes ain't closed yet
Visions and premonitions,
Mental prisons, conditions
Have your soul pressed
When guys stay, moving side ways like you got no left
No trust, matter fact just as much as I'm gon' thrust
I'm done crying over spilt milk...let it soak up
They bully but it ain't bout the noogie
It's how they choke us
They fully know it ain't bout the hoody it's how that bro looks
By that bodega,
I was just standing there see
That camera clear
They ran up on me so I ran in fear
Feeling safe,
Until they... broke in my place
Go check their camera gear,
Face down, while my family & grandma there
It was by that bodega
I was no drug dealer
I was no thug with a
Gang and some guns with em
It's just sometimes,
To help the kids
I might try to sell some cigs
They got a hold on me,
Then go on me and
Pressing on my ribs
Ni**a can't you see I'm big
Please!
I can't breath !
I can't move !
I can't see !
I can't live !
It was by that bodega,
I was just standing there
See my hands is clear
I'm unarmed but that never mattered
Like black lives
Can't see the loop unless your reflecting it's like a black eye
Gon' see the truth if you get the message don't let it pass by
If that guy,
Just wants to drip, Then get him baptized
But making blue faces is how new blacks ride
Starting up business ,and making millions in hurry it got em' worried
But that ain't yo problem, go get your money
Cause
It was by that bodega,
The apartment was over it so I'm over it now hot pockets wasn't just where the oven is,
We was growing with
Stolen whips
Now we own the sh*t
Went from broken smiles to diamonds scattered in them Golden tips
That bodega
Where I became a man
Refused to wait and stand
Doing that hand to hand
Upgrade from bagging grams
To laundry bags
Took that made a bidness & create someone to call me dad
Never killed nobody yet they call me bad
I keep my,
Foot up on the gass
There's no proof that this'll last,
By that bodega .. is where I met my future and my past
I take a poof and then I pass
It ain't stupid if I ask
That bodega,
Could probably tell the future from your past
Night mares
My eyes ain't closed yet
Visions and premonitions,
Mental prisons, conditions
Have your soul pressed
When guys stay, moving side ways like you got no left
No trust, matter fact just as much as I'm gon' thrust
I'm done crying over spilt milk...let it soak up
They bully but it ain't bout the noogie
It's how they choke us
They fully know it ain't bout the hoody it's how that bro looks
By that bodega,
I was just standing there see
That camera clear
They ran up on me so I ran in fear
Feeling safe,
Until they... broke in my place
Go check their camera gear,
Face down, while my family & grandma there
It was by that bodega
I was no drug dealer
I was no thug with a
Gang and some guns with em
It's just sometimes,
To help the kids
I might try to sell some cigs
They got a hold on me,
Then go on me and
Pressing on my ribs
Ni**a can't you see I'm big
Please!
I can't breath !
I can't move !
I can't see !
I can't live !
It was by that bodega,
I was just standing there
See my hands is clear
I'm unarmed but that never mattered
Like black lives
Can't see the loop unless your reflecting it's like a black eye
Gon' see the truth if you get the message don't let it pass by
If that guy,
Just wants to drip, Then get him baptized
But making blue faces is how new blacks ride
Starting up business ,and making millions in hurry it got em' worried
But that ain't yo problem, go get your money
Cause
It was by that bodega,
The apartment was over it so I'm over it now hot pockets wasn't just where the oven is,
We was growing with
Stolen whips
Now we own the sh*t
Went from broken smiles to diamonds scattered in them Golden tips
That bodega
Where I became a man
Refused to wait and stand
Doing that hand to hand
Upgrade from bagging grams
To laundry bags
Took that made a bidness & create someone to call me dad
Never killed nobody yet they call me bad
I keep my,
Foot up on the gass
There's no proof that this'll last,
By that bodega .. is where I met my future and my past
I take a poof and then I pass
It ain't stupid if I ask
That bodega,
Could probably tell the future from your past