Lyrics:
J.Gunna Hook: I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
On how I beat myself up, I'm sorry.
Now I see the bigger picture, it's on me.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. (2X)
J
or die there's the exit
I won't lie got some brothers by my side who gon pull up, beat ur ass, take ur cash as u cry
And if u talk shit, u better not cap
saw was some little skater kid
Come runnin by with a test tube, one of them glass ones.
Oh man, I'll check the news
And find out what the hell's
and the Penguin
Good lookin Johnny, five-oh's right behind me
Let me act like I know and get ghost
Tuck in my Nina-Ross, get my cape and shades
Now I'm off with
Big Freeze
What's up young Cuzz? Where you from? The Town
Where's at? On the East/Side, 10-5 by the Jordan Downs
Twist to my camp, come to my hood and
I
above the clout
Make the girls shout
Big J on the track
Never had a doubt
Skirt skirt because I'm getting to bag now
Body built tough
So she got me on her
Who dat on that new track wit that rap reclined backwards
I knew that it was you but matta fact don't mind asking
Cooling on em
Moving on em
My
call it the wax
The recording sciences developing the tracks
is not the essential fabric but if you have it
might make you a household name and let you
a pimp like Dolomite
I charge five G's to hold a mic
if it aint no drank I dont hold a Sprite
after I do this I got mo' to write
I'm a stay Sucka Free
shinin' so bright like a beacon
Whippin' the Track, or the Cat, or the Demon
Know that I'm hot, you know that I been steamin'
Seein' yo shawty, she down by
(Bag it up)
Servin'
I'm rolling J's like a young Snoop
In the V.I.P. spot with the whole crew
Friends hit me up and people I don't know too (The fuck?)
I
And its jumping from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothing pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightning fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My
nobody do me dirty again (Nah nah)
Good riddance
My success is
What they wanna prevent
But they won't ever end, uh
Yeah I've been inspired by all these
niggas..... startin' at five G's
Oh, I'm the young nigga dressed in black on black
With glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on black
Spillin' brains
moto by the way
Drive a benz on a long inner lane
That V12 bumping and I got jagz on play
So hold up baby hold up bitch by the way
Aye
Nigga Hold up by
the G.O.A.T., dawg you gotta be kidding.
(what you up to J)
A lot these days.
Fucking these bitches,
Fucking up tracks,
And trying to get paid.
I’m tryna
right, tryna make that bitch my niña
Yeah, she like "j4yy, I like the way you vibin'"
Shawty coming over, now she dancing like my diamonds
Woah, yeah
I
all I know
I'm from the V-A double L-E-J-O
I do it fo the 4 fifteens in the back
I do it fo the husslas the G's an the macks
But you could relax kick
a stray on Sway when I locked jaws,
Every track back when his platform, was not thought
But got sparked by my ten-year-old rap, My Lord
We'd pop off for
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
a friend to me
Fat Joe, he call me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga
the V
Rap 84 of the 83
Ain't rhyme them and they ain't with me
How ya'll pay to get in the club
And then hate on the person y'all pay to see
Now we got
aint gon' let no one touch it
He think I don't know how my window was busted
I know that's a fact, unphased by the wack
If we was some kicks, I'd be J
record that
She put it on film
Put it on reels
Keep that shit
I won't let the drip spill
J town boys yeah
We got big dreams
I'm a city boy
But I'm talking
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