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had to make it
Coming up a first-generation
Dad came straight up from Jamaica
Young kid used to live by Shaker
Moms ain't let me go a lot of places
She

Okay, vamanos, kept the father close,
My designer, kept me from the crown, to the zapatos,
My refiner, told me burn it down,
J, I got it, bro,
Yeah,

Let me adjust the crown, adjust the crown
You already know what time it is bitch
Fortune! hahaha
Ball J
Ready to engage?
Talk to these niggas
RRun!

make his body roll 

Evil isn’t easy 

Unless you had some exposure though 

I was a scholar 

But drawn out by a coward though 

Preaching black power

and satisfied
Put me on overdrive
Yea i'll never collide with mumble Rap cuz im tryna go back to boom Bap and stay alive
I don't have to be polite i don't really

I'm Soft Spoken Heart Broken Sins n Swarmin locust
Honor we upholster
Niches wit the vultures
A mitigated by the Cobras
Matte black soldiers
Eroding

baby
Bedroom bully in the bando
He gonna make it flip
Do it with no handles
Never switching sides,
Only switching angles
Oooo we go crazy like Rambo
What

nothing less than delicious
I never had a mistress she's all I need to get by
Like Mary J and Meth she' the drug I need to get high
See shawty got me

we watched the candles melt
I made the best with the cards I was dealt
I'd be lying if I said I did it all by myself
All I wanted was some new J's
Vans

that bag out
Choppa hit his head wow
Pick him up your mans down
Count the money up yeah I had to flip it
Never let a day go by I'm on digits
Why these

ain't enough

Niggas who never had bad bitches be in comment sections or the DM

Too many messages for her to see 'em
She fuck with a Rockets nigga in

stripper name Amber
Call her phone, never get a answer
Shit got me mad so im going bruce banner
The music just build up my confidence
Here for the women

J's on my feet, Lacoste shirt, Glock in my pouch

If it ain't about no money, what is it about
I used to jump up in the booth when they had doubt
Now

wit the blow in town 
I went to show a pound to the homie 
Had to tell his little bro we never show n tell 
I hit a roach and smell like my bitch
Im

Never thirsty for no touching 
Only hungry for these riches
But when she ain't by my side I know that I be steady wishin
That I had her in ma bed room

I ain't never lacking 
If I see you in the streets 
I'm gonna make it happen
Dope money institution 
That's just how I'm steppin
You bet not listen

Set It Off

DJ Black

Life Stories: Dragged & Chopped

2008

With gucci shades, with some J's you ain't never seen 
The race car jacket with about eighty fuckin patches
With the car to match it, Tony Stewart it's

Hey Yo .........Its Rawh J
Yeh Ye
Thinking bout them days that I try to change
But shit still the same
Pray to lord that he bless me with another way

pay while I rap my way to an O2 stage
I said fuck this minimum wage when it comes to this rap you ain't in my lane
You ain't in my

Never had a no rizz

Aunties and my grandma uh cuz I 
Put the team on my back, I swear when we leave we ain't never coming back
All I know... one day I'll get sign by the Roc

no education 
School and my life had never had a relation 
I Know that the rap game is taken 
But still want to straighten things and want to make it

criminal, you hear my material
I'm Bed-Sty born, my next stop, gone
Nine trey, shit I had ta run thru my P.J's, cracked floor to nine four
Till the gatz blow

breaks had to make a way
Taking major hits for some minor pay
Fuck niggas man they gone forever hate
But in this spot imma forever stay yellin' out
Fuck

beach

Used to ride pass roseland now derozan right by my floor seats

Served a j son like vorhees

Touch base on em like Ortiz

I’m not playing when I