Hay Fever

Album cover art for "Hay Fever" by Sy Ari da Kid

Sy Ari da Kid - Rap

Hay Fever

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[Intro] Yeah Don't use my bars for a caption and not tag me, uh Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Springtime pollen, stuck on a hay fever Even if it's cheaper to keep her, I know I can't keep her Reach the pearly gates, I would probably become a gatekeeper Pay for a feature, then get it back off a paid feature If you say you don't eat the crust, I feel like you waste pizza Hollywood, I be ridin' solo in the eight-seater My third person is spontaneous, he ain't thinkin' No Abraham when you hit my city 'cause we ain't linkin' The white folks in my economy keep connin' me At least I honestly feed my mommy and she's proud of me Please don't lie to me, if you don't like it, please don't follow me Instead, just follow the signs and I don't mean astrology I was a youngin when Ghostface was wearing Wallabees Push start, they like, "How'd he leave here without his keys?" That just how I be, that's facts, yeah [Chorus] I used to hustle in the cold, yeah They sent my brother down the road They don't show no real love until you gone (Shit crazy) And if you make it past twenty, it's a miracle I seen niggas do whatever for some gold, yeah He let the devil get his soul, oh, oh I feel so blessed, the Lord knows, oh, oh, oh [Verse 2] Gotta thank God I'm living a gametime decision On FaceTime with women, I make time depending If they find I'm with it, I may slide up in it And I still go McGrady on the baseline on niggas And where's Master P? 'Cause I can't find no limit They traded last minute like Rajon to the Clippers And when it come to dues, I pay mine with interest And niggas hated on me like Faizon to Jigga And if I don't see a win Like a nigga that went vegan and stopped being vegan, nigga, we'll meet again No, we not apologizin' to people that we offend No, we don't need no friends That twelve-seater Benz-Mercedes that she was in I own it, I got it for people to rent Now look at all these new opponents we against Breaking news, CNN, yeah [Chorus] I used to hustle in the cold, yeah They sent my brother down the road They don't show no real love until you gone (Shit crazy) And if you make it past twenty, it's a miracle I seen niggas do whatever for some gold, yeah He let the devil get his soul, oh, oh I feel so blessed, the Lord knows, oh, oh, oh

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  • Sy Ari da Kid