Renz Young - Turn Me Away Lyrics

Wearing suit and ties to the wakes I helped create
We don't a share a common bloodline, I just can't relate
How to turn a 2 into 4, watch me demonstrate (like uh, uh)
Kobe at the line in a different 8, coach let him play
I'm way too polished
For them to fill they subconscious
With bullshit they adopted
From off of Twitter, no trigger fingers but switching my optics
Might get a phone that's a flip
Cuz if the money get too low, I know I might get an itch
Took a risk and got a lifeline
Feel it your chest, I made a mess
what's in these files is what's gone turn me to an icon
That's why they tap into me
Your numbers thin as a napkin, I do that when I sneeze
My lady need new Mercedes, not the one from Belly
You ain't gotta, ask what's in my pockets, know it's something heavy
Take a pic, shawty ask my government, she only know my alias
Cause she just seen some shit parked outside that she just favorited
I'm back shooting like Lou WIll for a couple 3's
I been shopping crazy, so I can't tell you what's under sleeves
Cool on the surface but always find out what's underneath
Nasty, 2 AM, riding up Hampton, shit I been cooling like I'm supposed to do
Diamonds on me dance, It look like Uzi doing the shoulder move
Click up, I can't do it
They loyalty translucent
I used to wipes the ones till they was white as a school shooter
I'm sitting back, talking bout the smoke but they don't know, that this a different match
You can hide a lot, but you can't hide where you been living at
They judging my moves
Just had to cut down some trees that was obstructing my views
Facts, Blacked out like a clinch in my fist
Stick my drip, neck water, no quench my fits
Stuck at the top, pardon my spill
My legacy got em hating, I know a part of you will

Wearing suit and ties to the wakes I helped create
We don't a share a common bloodline, I just can't relate
How to turn a 2 into 4, watch me demonstrate (like uh, uh)
Kobe at the line in a different 8, coach let him play
I'm way too polished
For them to fill they subconscious
With bullshit they adopted
From off of Twitter, no trigger fingers but switching my optics
Might get a phone that's a flip
Cuz if the money get too low, I know I might get an itch
Took a risk and got a lifeline
Feel it your chest, I made a mess
what's in these files is what's gone turn me to an icon
That's why they tap into me
Your numbers thin as a napkin, I do that when I sneeze
My lady need new Mercedes, not the one from Belly
You ain't gotta, ask what's in my pockets, know it's something heavy
Take a pic, shawty ask my government, she only know my alias
Cause she just seen some shit parked outside that she just favorited
I'm back shooting like Lou WIll for a couple 3's
I been shopping crazy, so I can't tell you what's under sleeves
Cool on the surface but always find out what's underneath
Nasty, 2 AM, riding up Hampton, shit I been cooling like I'm supposed to do
Diamonds on me dance, It look like Uzi doing the shoulder move
Click up, I can't do it
They loyalty translucent
I used to wipes the ones till they was white as a school shooter
I'm sitting back, talking bout the smoke but they don't know, that this a different match
You can hide a lot, but you can't hide where you been living at
They judging my moves
Just had to cut down some trees that was obstructing my views
Facts, Blacked out like a clinch in my fist
Stick my drip, neck water, no quench my fits
Stuck at the top, pardon my spill
My legacy got em hating, I know a part of you will