Røda - Relate Lyrics

Never never never never with the fakes
With the fakes
We don't ever get along it's no debate
No debate
And my shooters coming at you with you no face
No face
All my niggas drip with sauce, you can't relate
Heard you broke
Can't relate, can't relate
(No no)
You a lame
Can't relate, I can't relate
(Ay ay)
Rubber bands, hella bands
You can't relate
(Hell nah)
With the bros, yeah the gang
You can't relate
(Can't relate)

I-I-I-I got my niggas in the back
You might wanna take that back
Before we add you to the stack
Leave you with a broken back
Now it's harder to relax
You might start feeling some heat
Like it's burning up your scalp
Ring up Lee, he got a whip
Hop in that shit and we dip
Deji in the back it's lit
Taking snaps, I'm tryna live
Niggas thinking they the shit
Till I flush 'em down this bitch
Got these niggas staring like a f*cking trademark from the 6
But it's lit
Cruising in a Benz
You behind a zooming lens
Ay
Snitching ass bitch
No, we cannot be friends
Ay
Got that 40
It'll make a nigga do the dance
Ay
Niggas keep on sleeping
Think they popped a couple Xans
Woah

Never never never never with the fakes
With the fakes
We don't ever get along it's no debate
No debate
And my shooters coming at you with you no face
No face
All my niggas drip with sauce, you can't relate
Heard you broke
Can't relate, can't relate
(No no)
You a lame
Can't relate, I can't relate
(Ay ay)
Rubber bands, hella bands
You can't relate
(Hell nah)
With the bros, yeah the gang
You can't relate
(Can't relate)

Doing 80 on the interstate
Pockets filled up with Azikiwes
You bout that money then I'm on my way
Tell these niggas
T-T-Tell these niggas
We are not the same
No room for mistakes
Coming at me
Put you in a grave
Hope you understand
You standing under me
Not here to play
No I'm not a saint
But YSL is hanging from my waist
Heard he moving fake
Tell that nigga
Better change his ways
Yeah yeah yeah
It could get him killed
Let's get that straight
But
I just sip my juice
Niggas talk with no proof
Bitches be quick to assume
Yeah
Up the stairs to the room
Yeah
Leave your phones with your dudes
Yeah
We getting lit with my crew
Yeah
Never never with the fa

Never never never never with the fakes
With the fakes
We don't ever get along it's no debate
No debate
And my shooters coming at you with you no face
No face
All my niggas drip with sauce, you can't relate
Heard you broke
Can't relate, can't relate
(No no)
You a lame
Can't relate, I can't relate
(Ay ay)
Rubber bands, hella bands
You can't relate
(Hell nah)
With the bros, yeah the gang
You can't relate
(Can't relate)