1600 (feat. ACER)

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Jay1600

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1600
From the city
Westmo shit nigga

I, I don't really give a f*ck
What you do
I, I don't really give a f*ck
Where you from
I, I don't really give a f*ck
Who you know
I, I don't really give a f*ck
What you make

I, I don't really give a f*ck
What you do
I, I don't really give a f*ck
Where you from
I, I don't really give a f*ck
Who you know
I, I don't really give a f*ck
What you make

I, I don't really give a f*ck
What you do
I, I don't really give a f*ck
Where you from
I, I don't really give a f*ck
Who you know
I, I don't really give a f*ck
What you make

My nigga
I feel no compassion
Got manners
Ain't talkin no mansion
Stay strapped and
Don't slip on your traction
All these niggas, straight up
They just caption
My momma got locked
For a bad check
Ever since then
She told me there's no friends
And maybe it's true
But I don't care
This the hood
Always there, never been square

I don't need a damn friend
Only god and myself
With the Devil on the side
I was really born in hell
And my brother going through it
Yeah, I hope he gettin' well
Even though it gets rough
We could never go and fail!
On my grind fifty-fifty
Ima hit another rail
If my youngin' in a cell
Then I'm paying for his bail!
On my grind fifty-fifty
Ima hit another rail
If my youngin' in a cell
Then I'm paying for his bail!

On the set,
It's anybody k
Blvd-youngstas
Runnin' shit everyday
All about a fee
So a verse, you gon' pay
If you ain't makin' yours
What the f*ck you gon' say?
See an opp do the dash
We caught him anyways
Head back to the crib
With the lord, ima pray
The demons, ima thank
For the sins I done made
Bleach down my blade
Stupid nigga, I'm insane
Aye!

And I don't really give a f*ck
What you do
I, I don't really give a f*ck
Where you from
I, I don't really give a f*ck
Who you know
I, I don't really give a f*ck
What you make

I, I don't really give a f*ck
What you do
I, I don't really give a f*ck
Where you from
I, I don't really give a f*ck
Who you know
I, I don't really give a f*ck
What you make

I don't really
I don't really give a f*ck what you do
I don't really
I don't really give a f*ck where you from
I don't really
I don't really give a f*ck who you know
I don't really
I don't really give a f*ck what you make
Uh

And face it, the system
Just ain't fair
Who want war with my team?
Niggas won't dare
Face it, all of my homies
They gonna make it
Same shit, makin' the money
But I ain't change shit
Aye bitch
Why do you niggas
Gotta hate this?
Ape shit, free all my goons
Inside them cages
Ain't shit, but most of you
Bitches are hella basic
Braces, stay on your tracks
And don't say shit!
Faces, chasing the bag,
I need blue-faces
Cases, none of my homies
Leaving traces
Faded, wanna be rich
And not famous
Jason, with a machete
Leave you faceless
Death to the KKK
And every racist
I done stacked up
Now a nigga movin' places
Shit wasn't quick
Had to have a little patience
Niggas got flow
And a little bit of cadence
Done so much shit
Will you let me into heaven?
If you say no
Then I'll walk around with Satan
Nigga, get stretched like
Some motherfuckin' latex
Everybody sus
Taught myself how to say less
How you got money
But you still tryin' to pay less?
Bitch I'm for real, Two Fr
Like Kalan
Before I even won
I was too busy failin'

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