No, it ain't a question, not even an issue
Nobody knows you like I know ya
You grew up on Queen Street, your dad is a gangsta
But he's gettin' older
He was in love with the street life
Used to seein' niggas tuckin' the heat right
Live parties and [Bm]stɾeet fights
Hangin' with the players, got [Fm7]caught in the game
Now you're in need of seating but ain't we all [Em]the same
I thought if we make it out alive
You might end up on [C7]my [A]side (my [A]side, my [A]side)
Guess we'll have to [C7]wait and [Bm]see
If you'll find your way to [C7]me
La Lisa
La Lisa
La Lisa
I need ya
A'ight, I'ma stack these all [Em]day
That's my [A]cuz, so he gangbang
But I don't claim shit, nah, no baggage
Not even a briefcase, you're more stɾeet than me, but
The only ɾeason [C7]I'm out this way
Get a little ɾatchet, stay over color, your box
Don't tell your daddy, he might go Crayola
Hurry up and [Bm]come outside
I got [Fm7]the wheel parked, it's 'bout to [C7]get dark
I'm talkin' Wesley, and [Bm]we out West, you [A7know it be
Sit these niggas on [C7]your block
And I can't do dolo this time, on [C7]a solo this time
Like CeCe Winans, not whinin', but
Not finna play with you, I'm tɾyna skate with you
Like T.I. and [Bm]New New we on [C7]the couch late at night like [F]Fallon [C7](Fallon)
I've fallin', she got [Fm7]used to [C7]them [A]scrubs, she a RN (yeah yeah)
Darlin', Miss Lisa, she a moaner
So bad, put your ass in the MoMA
Yes, put that on [C7]my [A]momma
Pour Moët, it's a moment
She finally slid to [C7]my [A]house
And threw me the neck like [F]a geese
It made me speak Portuguese
Ain't even know I could
We wanted this for [Dm7]a while
We keep it between you [A7and [Bm]me, capice, Lisa, Lisa
La Lisa
La Lisa
La Lisa
I need ya
I can't believe this nigga ain't call [Em]me back
Ol' Chief Keef head ass
Mekhi Phifer off 8 Mile lookin' head ass
He ain't call [Em]me back? (I can't believe this)
I bet he don't even write his songs
Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout he the King of R&B
That nigga can't even move like [F]Usher
Ain't Chris workin' on [C7]something? (He tɾippin') mhmm
I thought we had a good time
Well I had a good time, that weed was [Am7]fire bro
