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E-Jay

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You see, when this first started, I didn't know how far I was gonna take this shit
I didn't know what was gonna happen
I was just taking this shit day by day
Trying to learn everything and seeing what's coming to me
But now we here
Flashbacks and memories of selling dope
I had too much pain up in my past, I found a way to cope
Popping pills, nigga you got a better way then let me know
Riding with that bitch, I pray to god a nigga don't make me show it
They ain't really seen that pressure like me see blue lights then floor it
Cause of what I got up in my whip, I'm going out like Jordan
I see all the snakes, you be around, I try my best to avoid it
Flame a blunt up, now I'm soaring
Thank God I woke up this morning, hit up cooley and see where he at
I'm in the trap, what you doing
Loading up his shit before we pop out, now we riding tools in
What we had to sacrifice the day to day, you ain't been through it
Pressure around my neck, that shit feel tighter than the nuice
Don't get respect from where I'm at, you trying to quit or call a truce
Get that top spot, do whatever, not to drop to number two
I really just like to sit back and think about shit now
Cause it's like, I really do this music shit, you know
I remember back in the time, where
So many people really doubted this shit, you know like
I know a lot of people really did stay down the whole time
But I know there's so many people that really doubted this shit
Now we up working 5am every night
I know a lot of people would've gave up, I'm just not one of them
And I would rather show you I don't talk a lot
I'm scaling up early in the morning, hit the drop then bounce
You wonder why my phone ain't got connection, ain't no calls out
They can't know this location or faces, or we gon' fall down
See me when I get in, know them niggas gon' be plotting
But my broski got my back, so I ain't worry about it
If you scared, go to the church, pray to the lord about it
Tryna, tryna talk about a million bucks
And you better not move a muscle, nigga, or you getting slumped
Doing crime up on the daily, ain't have time to take a lunch
Rather put a 30 in the glizzy broski like the pump
Really want em, then we gon' go take it, ain't ask for none
In the streets, I damn near did everything, but see him and run
Got hit with a blessing, get too close, burn em up like the sun
Mugshot at 15 I'm lucky this time I ain't have a gun

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