Lyrics SILK ROAD - Anfa Rose

Yeah, yeah

A lot of M's in my sight, yeah, yeah
Reap what you sow, live out what you write, yeah, yeah
I'll stay ten toes for like four or five (plus)
One God above, help me see wrong from right (yeah)
That shit get old for real (yeah)
Cost my soul for real (yeah)
Shit could get cold for real (yeah)
My cards don't fold for real (yeah)
My ties ain't bought for real (yeah)
My feet don't let up (yeah)
My whip four O's for real, yeah

I'm off Rosé doing oysters for lunch
And my brodie got my back when it's crunch
I keep the finest flowers crushed in my lungs
And from the feet up you got all that I want
Blеw funds, had fun so I'm replacing the funds
I keep one hand on you and onе on my gun
I'm lacing up, I got a city to run
I got shit lit but I got plenty to come

Oh-oh, oo-woah
Oh-oh, oo-woah
Oh-oh, oo-woah
Oh-oh, oo-woah
Oh-oh, oo-woah

Damn right, I'm who I am (oh)
Damn right, I make 'em mad
Damn right, ain't no comparing (oh)
Damn right, I'll make amends
Damn right, I work O.T (oh)
Damn right, I work the mic
Damn right, it's overnight
Ain't no one night, it's every week

They hustle backwards and it just don't make no sense to me
I'm out to get what I deserve, whatever's meant for me (yeah)
All for the legacy (yeah)
Make bread, break bread with me (yeah)
Don't feed into jealousy, yeah

I'm off Rosé doing oysters for lunch
And my brodie got my back when it's crunch
I keep the finest flowers crushed in my lungs
And from the feet up you got all that I want
Blew funds, had fun so I'm replacing the funds
I keep one hand on you and one on my gun
I'm lacing up, I got a city to run
I got shit lit but I got plenty to come

Oh-oh, oo-woah
Oh-oh, oo-woah
Oh-oh, oo-woah
Oh-oh, oo-woah