Testimony
Jaywall
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Dear momma You know I'm still tryna find my way And when I leave the crib you begging me to stay safe Hold my own Whenever I need guidance you be right there by your phone Never switching up I was on my last you told my Jaywall you can't give it up I was on my last you told me Jaywall you can't bleed out Had me into sports but fell victim to the streets still Shit who knew life would be this steep hill Yeah Shit who knew life would be this hard for me I got all this weight that's pushing down feel like it's all on me Yeah I see you crying momma dry your tears I been in that gym for so damn long i doubt they'll ball on me Ohhh Tommy draws you use to buy me now it's big Ralph Can't wait to put you in a palace this ain't no rented house LA crib in ATL look like it's Kim pad And to my brother you know I was always like a second dad Cause we was all we had So if I had lil bread I split it down the middle and if I thought you game you always grabbed your pencil Cause it was many times where we ain't have it nigga I told you stay down for it, don't be a crash nigga I told you see the future, don't chase the pass nigga And now we got them AP's catch the flash nigga And when we see them old heads we tip they hats nigga Yeah Oh But I, still tear up they block just like i'm John Wick CDL said chill cause they ain't on shit And she like Can I grant you wishes I feel like Timmy Turner And she like All she want is Louie, ain't tryna be your burden And mom be like you really push your pen I know she proud cause right before this I was pushing hens Right there when the feens on me Only sold that doja cat, and you ain't catching beans on me Give a nigga power like a windmill Maybach jumping off the hinge We far from meeting ends still Blocking off that traffic coming through just like a fireman Cooking all these niggas f*ck a skillet, I'm on that frying pan Bad spanish bitch with a fire tan She on her picky vibes When I pull up it got stars in it, she let me slip and slide Cut out that Fendi pride cause this the Don Dada And every time you with me I got 20 long shottas And they treat me like a Ford truck, the way i'm built to last Custom made the AMG the dealer, damn near built the class Yeah Wide body everything Married to the music I might, buy this bitch a wedding ring Married to the music she like, oh you on the better things Act like we ain't made for it Act like we ain't stay down for two years but we still prayed for it No chapel pillow how they slept on us but we still stayed for it Now we on they frontal every time we make em pay for it
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