paper trails
JC
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When I hop up in the booth put my soul into these raps Yeah I'd sell my soul to get these racks And real niggas dying just know that they coming back Ayeee We know that you lying we hear it all in your raps Ayeee Seen my momma stressing I told her to just relax Ayeee Told her imma make said baby yeah that's a fact Uh they say I'm getting skinny my pockets is getting fat I been living in the moment cause good things don't ever last Don't try to run up on me like jimmy I gotta blast Thinking bout the shit that you put me thru I just laugh F*ck school don't need a teacher Ballin' onna court you inna bleachers My name jc nice to meet ya I don't need your feature I just poured the four in the two liter Said they need me now but I don't need ya Told her open wide cause I'm gon feed ya Came into the game never needed help Left me on my own did this by myself Look into my mind all you see is hell When a nigga die leave a paper trail
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