Sidewalk Soldier (Wat-Da-Policies4?) lyrics

[Intro: MIKE]
Son, how this n*gga not gon' let me into the f*cking club, son?
It's been raining all f*cking night, I'm tryna be with my mans
I'm tryna, I'm tryna - vibes
I'm tryna, I'm tryna see what's, what's good with tonight, man
But, nah, n*ggas couldn't let me rock out, right
I can't have no fun, n*ggas don't wanna see me chill
n*ggas don't wanna see me happier
Them n*ggas up there

[Verse: MIKE]
On the streets is the worst way to hear about you
And that's only 'cause a n*gga really care about you (I do)
See you crumble, make you humble when it's clear around you (Bro)
It's some knowledge and it's hard for me to share without you
To be here without you, put my heart on the tip
My conscious on the line when I spar with my guilt
My papa know my eyes aren't just something to feel
They're goin' for the deal
I'm dealin' with some demons that be pressin' the bill
My feet on the ground but my head over heels
The beast on the prowl for the bread in this whip
No lease on my doubt, I'm expecting a thrill

[Chorus: MIKE]
To be honest, she ain't promising more
I'm playing different, no Monopoly board
That's from the heart, what the policies for?
And to be honest, she ain't promising more
I'm playing different, no Monopoly board
That's from the heart, what the policies for?
And to be honest, she ain't promising more
To be honest, she ain't promising more
[Outro: Anthony Marshall]
Well, how're ya love?
Aw, don't be like that
Be social, love
(Be some, be some)
Ya like them G's?