Lyrics The Shackles of Ovary Place - Orakill

Why you tryna hurt my feelings
Why you tryna kill my vibe
Why you mixing in my dealings
Why you tryna know my guys
Why you just can't mind your business
Why you always tryna slide
Why you hit if you ain't split it
Niggah learn when to be shy

Coz that shit it just won't fly
No that shit it just won't fly

Old enough to be aware that I don't take well to the sly
So I try to keep my distance keep my head up in the sky
Every now and then a niggah might just step out and say hi
I'm reminded that the shit you cooking tend to be too dry

And that shit it just won't fly
No that shit it just won't fly

It's always me and my homies
Bonded til the end no need to ever feel lonely
Living for the ones that spent the time to get to know me
Tired of the streets and so I'm tryna keep it lowkey
But shawty say that she got something she would like to show me