Nikki McKnight - WynnCan Lyrics

Wynnton is where I was made. Canty is where I was raised
I know u can't handle my greatness. But go blame the parents who made me
Envy behind smiling faces. Sorry I don't do the fakin
I get that u feeling deserted, but I already got a lot on my plate
I got a lot on my plate. I got it all on my plate
I know u can't handle my greatness. But go blame the parents who made me
Envy behind smiling faces. Sorry I don't do the fakin
I get that u feeling deserted, but I already got a lot on my plate
When the best of friends become the worst of enemies, who do u trust
When u doing it all and they make u feel u ain't doing enough
When u know the big dog and niggaz acting like u just a pup
Then it's time to cut the ties off, f*ck em all
U had enough
Conversing with myself, get ya head straight. And rid all the dead weight
Tryna ween off prescriptions, this shit gimme headaches. Too much of a
Intake from what I been takin from the leg aches
I'm getting older, need my health straight
My girl tell me taking all these meds isn't safe
And mama worries bad when I ain't feelin great
Work at a job that I'm starting to really hate
Music poppin, but I need some shit to break
And these niggaz out my way. Keep these niggaz out my face
Don't have time for phony ass smiles and all the fake praises and
I see u working followed by smirking, half daps and waves, man
It's really really really really starting to annoy me
Don't over do ya cool, u just lookin corny
I feel like I already told u this. So now I'm feeling like I owe u this
What i seeing, it got me remotely pissed
So now I'm feel like I'm supposed to flip and supposed to switch
Wynnton is where I was made. Canty is where I was raised
I know u can't handle my greatness. But go blame the parents who made me
Envy behind smiling faces. Sorry I don't do the fakin
I get that u feeling deserted, but I already got a lot on my plate
I got a lot on my plate. I got it all on my plate
I know u can't handle my greatness. But go blame the parents who made me
Envy behind smiling faces. Sorry I don't do the fakin
I get that u feeling deserted, but I already got a lot on my plate
Gave this game everything I got and what the f*ck did I get returned for it
Bunch of niggaz in their feelings, wonder how I get it
Bitch I get out here and work for it
They see EZ puttin in that work for her
And they thinking I ain't out here working hard
When u got somebody who believe and they think u worth more then u work more
Now these niggaz got a problem with me. I ain't even got a problem with it
Act like I ain't show u how to get it. Know I motivate a lot of niggaz
Had to put some space in between
Stay up off the scene and keep a lot of distance
My cousin passing f*cking with me bad
Have me really sad and my conscious guilty
Passed by em couple days prior, I was in a rush and I ain't stop to kick it
Got a call that his homie offed em, I'm thinking damn i just saw the nigga
Lookin at my reflection, stressing don't recognize who I saw in the mirror
And every day when I awake now, ask myself y u ain't stop Nikki
Know it wouldn't change a thing going back
But need this weight on my heart lifted
So every night when I say my prayers I apologize and hope Mark hear me
So pardon a nigga if I ain't entertaining petty shit, ya know
So pardon a nigga if I ain't into all this bestie shit, ya know
Just some of ya ways make me side eye ya
I'm feeling a way and I ain't tryna hide it
Can't talk to these niggaz, I hi and bye em
Don't ignore the signs, vibes don't lie... That's word from the wise. Nix