Lyrics:
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
what has came down.
(verse) Respect comes first then behind is loyalty Suckas be tryna low ball quit annoying me see this hussle bought me new jewelry
and wanting some crills
It's all basic Venmo begging call it patience
Know if you get caught up with them the call changes
Dusse by the cases do say
Don't look down, it's an impossible view
Fly like an eagle, whatever you do
Don't look down, it's an impossible view
Spread your wings, aerial
on your ones gets lonely
Still close the blinds neighbours nosey
Bruck down packs that came bulky
Jack me it's not that like bogies
What did you think
I
of my nigguhs be with it
No love or forgiveness
You Run up get gunned down
I got a habit addicted to rapping I'm gifted
Fuck to my songs now
Needed a bag
the damned.
By the quicksand over there my dream came to an end:
She said it was a big mistake, that she'd return to him,
So I gave her to the hungry sands,
it up and string it
Open up and sting it
Ooh, what's up, you think I'm jokin'?
Just because I'm broke and I came here by a token?
Yeah aight, sleep
the v toting weaponry
None of you niggas ahead of me
I'm finna do it
I was down bad had to get in my bag
When I back out the v
She going to taste it uh
Ever I give my 2 cents it changes you By morning
Seeing through the fakes like I'm Peeking through a door screen
It's a sure thing I'm the realest ever
going big time (For Bro!)
And my pops, he just lost his job, I hope they get by
Well i’m in KY, chasing my dream, just keep that in mind
About a life,
be gone by snack
Out wit me broda dey
Tryna find twap
An burning up more Mary Jane
Writing up me raps
I could be be a super star
Look at how I came up
grew up on 50 cent
I knew I was getting rich
Get rich or die trying
You bitches don’t stop lieing
That chicken just keep frying
I talk a lot of fly
And one by one I take them bitches out
This ain't date hoe I came to see blood we don't relate thou
I can't relate thou
We put in work we can't be late for
smoking
And we get so high
Crusin down south beach
Look up in tha sky you gon see me dancing
So high
You ain't ever been this free
Wave yo arms in tha wind
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
the ashtray
"Mac, why the fuck would you try
To skip on your last day?"
I wasn't, I was walkin, I swear
When the bus came by I was washin my hair
Just then I
work inside the bed
This a dirty game Nigga's get jammed and turn fed
When them 30's came all of my geek's was on med's
The price of weed don't go down
Gotta fight to live fight to live fight to live
To make it out alive out alive out alive
See we down in these trenches
Where we gaining by the inches
They
test
Catch me outside you get chin checked
If u don't know by now, we dont fuck around
Change my name from jay park to j sean cause its goin down down
drives me crazy say my name
I won't tell nobody baby say my name
What's my name?
Got the S5 waiting by the door
A couple more shots and we good to go
Girl
though
Watch the turns of the table like uno
I get higher than 5 nigga and you too slow
Kicking shit like it's judo
I'm the shit and I'm knowing that you
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