Song Lyrics

Wynnton is where I was made. Canty is where I was raised
I know u can't handle my greatness
But go blame the parents who made me
Envy behind smiling faces. Sorry I don't do the fakin
I get that u feeling deserted, but I already got a lot on my plate
I got a lot on my plate. I got it all on my plate
I know u can't handle my greatness
But go blame the parents who made me
Envy behind smiling faces. Sorry I don't do the faking
I get that u feeling deserted, but I already got a lot on my plate

When the best of friends become the worst of enemies, who do u trust
When u doing it all and they make u feel u ain't doing enough
When u know the big dog and niggaz acting like u just a pup
Then it's time to cut the ties off, f*ck em all
U had enough
Conversing with myself
Get ya head straight. And rid all the dead weight
Tryna ween off prescriptions, this shit gimme headaches. Too much of a
Intake from what I been takin from the leg aches
I'm getting older, need my health straight
My girl tell me taking all these meds isn't safe and mama worries bad
When I ain't feelin great
Work at a job that I'm starting to really hate
Music poppin, but I need some shit to break
And these niggaz out my way. Keep these niggaz out my face
Don't have time for phony ass smiles and all the fake praises and
I see u working followed by smirking, half daps and waves, man
It's really really really really starting to annoy me
Don't over do ya cool, u just lookin corny
I feel like I already told u this
So now I'm feeling like I owe u this
What i seeing, it got me remotely pissed. So now I'm feel like I'm
Supposed to flip

Wynnton is where I was made. Canty is where I was raised
I know u can't handle my greatness
But go blame the parents who made me
Envy behind smiling faces. Sorry I don't do the fakin
I get that u feeling deserted, but I already got a lot on my plate
I got a lot on my plate. I got it all on my plate
I know u can't handle my greatness
But go blame the parents who made me
Envy behind smiling faces. Sorry I don't do the faking
I get that u feeling deserted, but I already got a lot on my plate

Gave this game everything I got and
What the f*ck did I get returned for it
Bunch of niggaz in their feelings, wonder how I get it, bitch I get
Out here and work for it
They see EZ puttin in that work for her and they thinking I ain't out
Here working hard
When u got somebody who believe and
They think u worth more then u work more
Now these niggaz got a problem with
It. I ain't even got a problem with it
Act like I ain't show u how to get it. Know I motivate a lot of niggaz
Had to put some space in between. Stay up off the scene and keep a lot
Of distance
My cousin passing fucking with me bad. Have me really sad and my
Conscious guilty
Passed by em couple days prior
I was in a rush and I ain't stop to kick it
Got a call that his homie offed em
I'm thinking damn i just saw the nigga
Lookin at my reflection
Stressing don't recognize who I saw in the mirror
Know it wouldn't change a thing going back, but need this weight on my
Heart lifted
So every night when I say my prayers I apologize and hope Mark hear me
So pardon a nigga if I ain't entertaining petty shit, ya know
So pardon a nigga if I ain't into all this bestie shit, ya know
Just some of ya ways make me side eye ya, I'm feeling a way and I
Ain't tryna hide it
Can't talk to these niggaz, I hi and bye em
Don't ignore the signs, vibes don't lie... That's word from the wise

Nikki Mcknight

The duration of WynnCan is 4:01 minutes and seconds.