Lyrics:
a good hick to hold a brick for they dude
Behind the bullshit, me and my clique on the move
We honor the code of the street and live by the rules (in
gonna ride the Conch Train, boys,
And be like Jesse James.
Gonna be like Jesse James, boy...
Gonna be like Jesse James.
Case you didn't hear me the first
Or intimidated by me and my intelligence i
Like to read because it fills my
Brain with knowledge that I
Definitely need to
Keep going on throughout daily life
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
time, make your pretty face ugly
Hands by your side, stop tryin' to touch me
Let me soak it in, breathe, you smellin' lovely
Kiss yo belly button,
When is James releasing his new album?
Shut the fuck up oh my god it takes time
Just give me a second holy shit
They say "James- what you doing
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm
Ballin', racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch in my team
I should join the league
NBA, never broke again
Never going
everybody to my name again
(Woo)
Jessie, James, we don't play by the book
I might turn to Giovanni
How you Pokes gettin' took
Got me feelin' like I'm Brock
on me, I'm prepared to pump, alright
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in
pop
Now all the people playing me
And Thomas James like it's pop
I done be broken
I was Left hopeless
My Heart was swollen
I was wide open
Eyes is wide
me in manacles ...
BEN
Manacles! Oooh.
(his eyes go quite dreamy)
My idea of heaven is to be allowed to be put in manacles ... just for a
few hours.
Even when we swinging with bitches down at the Marriott
Chickens at the bus stop on Utica and Farragut
Waiting for me to marry it, ride up in my
weed
Owning deeds, buying gold
The game in our favor my nigga
Just get to the rack then get your ass back
Keep an eye on your goals
Yeah keep an eye
you, yeah, you brighten up my day
You're the cashmere to my cotton and I wished you felt the same
More options in the alphabet, I know I'll be
(Why?)
Every day man dress inna Gucci and Guess
Crush cotton weh nuh press, grand US nuttin' less
Tell you somethin' else, me nuh wear nuttin' else
the inside, I see you later
Here comes the drama, oh
That's that nigga with the fake, bloaw!
Why you punch me in my face? Stay in your place
Play your
Red lip stick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low, Dean on the low
I ask
To be some process in your progress or be the prevention
I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to
I get money, I ain't gotta
Bring me back to life
Never let me go
Your troubles and your hard strife
I saw them
Take me by the hand
As we cross through battlefields
Nobody
Lean back like a queen
Let her scorn hells fury
By god's grace
It's a new day
So my eyes they do not strain
And my dogs I do not tame
They call me G
the drugs
Lot of pot in my process, love
Don't hate a nigga cause I'm blessed
Judge me by my progress, bruh
I obsess with every dollar I get
Fuck you think we
shadows, to the beat of my own drum
I've found strength in myself, and hope in the strife
Trouble may find me, but it won't define my life
Hooo trouble
Let me tell you something my friend
Hope is a dangerous thing
Hope can drive a man insane
Its got no use on the other side
You better get used
no man
Got no home to keep him in
Ain't got no one to call me
If they get in a bind
No, I ain't got no troubles on my mind
Ain't been a member
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