COULDN'T BE ME ft. RobASe Lyrics

(Yeah)

(Tee-Q, RobASe)

Yeah

Know we keep it P

I move in silence bitch I been a G

My government Thomas but she call me T

She tell me her problems from A to Z

I keep it 5 Jackson's like ABC

I roll on a beat like an ATV

They marvel at us cause we can't DC

I might dap you up but ain't shit sweet

Cappin' on a record, shit couldn't be me

Strong arm, Armstrong, no sky high

I fly by

Where I'm going? Private islands

In the Caymans

I'm still colder than Copenhagen

It's major cheese but no danishes all this dough we making

Denmark, I didn't do it in the dark, I'm brighter

Been a player like Allen Iverson, handles fire

The traction on your tires bald like Damon Wayans from My Wife and Kids

Most people would be sick from the life we live

Can't follow me on social media, I'm off the grid

Like who is he? Where he been? What he did?

I take your lady to Brownsville, a date to the crib

Like who she with? Where she been? What she did?

Stupid is as stupid does, like Forrest said

And everybody want they ducks in line, birds be for bread

You offer bread, she lost the bread, you clipped her wings

I keep it pushing, I keep it playa, I keep it P

Know we keep it P

I move in silence bitch I been a G

My government Thomas but she call me T

She tell me her problems from A to Z

I keep it 5 Jackson's like ABC

I roll on a beat like an ATV

They marvel at us cause we can't DC

I might dap you up but ain't shit sweet

Cappin' on a record, shit couldn't be me

(Couldn't be me)

(Couldn't be me)

Yeah

Walking through the valley of death, a couple zips on me

Shadow self, I had to accept him, I got some sins on me

How you disrespecting your bro? Shit don't make sense, homie

Real friends come with that loyalty, never switch on me

Told the gang we gon' become royalty like some prince fathers

Fuckin' up at least three decades like I'm Vince Carter

Armadillo shell round my heart, guard it with thick armor

You telling stories about polies you think we think you hard but

Everybody peep that little boy be cappin', please

I been your hood, the only sticks attached to trees

Insecurity is a bitch, if you asking me

Just be yourself, you can't go wrong, that's everlasting peace

The inner kind

I know you're coloring within the lines

I know I got a different mind

I know I been this fine, I been divine

And God the only one that judge me at the finish line

So let him see I keep it pushing, keep it playa, keep it P

Know we keep it P

I move in silence bitch I been a G

My government Thomas but she call me T

She tell me her problems from A to Z

I keep it 5 Jackson's like ABC

I roll on a beat like an ATV

They marvel at us cause we can't DC

I might dap you up but ain't shit sweet

Cappin' on a record, shit couldn't be me

(Couldn't be me)

Ladies and gentlemen

You are now listening to Volume 1

Of The Links

Presented by yours truly

Tee-Q