Lyrics:
know how many times I drove by your place?
Skrr skrr, skrr skrr
Just to see if there's another nigga all in yo' face
And if it is, who the fuck?
I know
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
up, like click clack
I'm fortunate cause I'm all that
Where ya moms at
Yo shtum
Where's your moms at
That's what I want to know
Kid's too fucking lazy
gravitation
Pull my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul scorched
with no remorse, the state of New
Why would you tell me you love me if you didn't mean it
My dawg tried to tell me sooner I should've seen it
Distracted by the pussy cause I was
the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
signs)
Sippin' red wine (red wine)
We all losin' time (losin' time)
Bae, don't lose your mind (lose your mind)
Bae, I'm boujee, huh (boujee, huh)
tryin to measure my blow
If you've seen the new whip know they add nine 0's
Now I'm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's
If you counting by the whips than
to say what's up
Got the bag and so did you kid
I'm proud of you kid
I know that you been growing
Don't forget about your roots here
If you been wronged
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
her
She a keeper
I be sipping
On this lean by the liter
Beat on the box
It got took to the E.R
Flash on your block
Make it dance
Like a seizure
I got
paper you gone see the profit blow
Serve to mom and your kids
Shopping for all the new gear
Its a brand new year
Brought all my niggas for real
Fuck what
really bad. I was just as a kid.
At one point, my friend's mom, let me stay just to keep me off the street, but she didn't give me any money or food.
was given
A second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision
You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
Quick to stick the clip in, blow
to make my tune sell
Call yourself a singer-writer
You're just bluffin'
Your name's on the credits and you didn't write nothin'
I sing fast, I know that
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by
And she was lookin, I'm lookin back
She said uh "JD I love
wasn't free
I dropped off one G
And left it with them
Thought it was a steal
Until I didn't have any wheels
But it didn't work out like a kid playin'
tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
Run up in your crip, tie up your wife and kids
Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid
We live
bitches, yeah, they always on my mind
You know I get up by myself every time when I'm down
And I see you by your faces, and y'all crawl like them serpents
the night
But now I know for sure
cnd now I know your word
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
clone was how I felt
I didn't know
By my teachers n this shit they got up on the news
Sick of lies an all that shit they dribble
Why didn't they teach us about saving for a rain day it's
to call me a liar
So what you got in your trunk?
Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas talked blow,
While I sold mine
Like a bad cramp, it's locking up in
Graduated Hard Knocks
No need for a diploma
By then so called friends
Were turning on the fam
To go against your brother man
I didn't understand
So I changed
the bullshit you blab about goin through
I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? protectin you?
But they'll murder you, playa
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