Walk on By

[Intro: Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes]

Shortfyuz

I don't like it on the outside

I gotta get on the inside

Won't you let me into your world? Oh lady

[Chorus: Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes and Termanology]

You walk around with your head up high

On the street I stop but you walk on by

You walk around with your head up high

On the street I stop but you walk on by (Yo, yo, uh)

[Verse 1: Termanology]

You lie to women for a livin'

Tell them that you workin' when really you just chillin'

Feelin' like you the shit and women should be kneelin'

Like they seen the crucifix, ruthless how I'm feelin'

'Cause don't nobody care 'bout that liquor you be spillin'

Down into your stomach when you don't feel like livin'

Stuck inside a building where many criminals live in

Couple different children from multiple different women

And all them bitches is trippin'

Same time, everybody just can't get the same shine

Somebody gotta play 'Clef, somebody gotta play Pras

You say that's your blood brother but if you buck the same nine

And catch a body then let's see if you get the same charge

Bonfires with car tires burn on the Northside

Lawyers in they Porsche ride drivin' 'round with they horse high

And I was runny-nosed on Broadway and Bradford

Even though life was drastic, somehow we still adapted

[Chorus: Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes]

You walk around with your head up high

On the street I stop but you walk on by

You walk around with your head up high

On the street I stop but you walk on by

[Verse 2: Kota the Friend]

Monkey on my back, yeah

Graduated from that life that I was livin' last, yeah

I feel like it's only right to bring you people back there

Back when shit was hectic

Had that pressure on my chest like what the fuck, I gotta get this

Got my youngin' in the room, he need food, what I gotta do?

Spent my last get-up in the lab, nigga, jotted to 'em

In the zone, did this shit alone, had a lot to prove

Hella broke, leaches in my phone tryna profit too

Yeah, I never followed the clout train

All my friends is really my friends, nigga, without fame

Lotta people watchin' my number risin' and outraged

Even when I'm gone, lil' Kota is wild paid

Wolf shit, blockin' the drama, dodgin' the bullshit

Soakin' in the game 'til the wool's lifted

My vision is too vivid, my niggas is too gifted

My writtens is too different, always tell the truth with it, yeah

[Chorus: Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes]

You walk around with your head up high

On the street I stop but you walk on by

You walk around with your head up high

On the street I stop but you walk on by