Lyrics:
collar you feel Gucci now
Tryna be the hero of my city without no superpower
Watch lil bro wen he got that bippy he a juvenile
If you live by it, you goin
[Bahamadia]
I'm mystical; don't be deceived by the visual
Visible preference is pure; patent it back to metaphors
Greetin' 'em Illa del style wild
Fighting cases since a juvenile
The system judging me know I've been in and out
Tryna make my momma proud
Sit back think and smoke this loud
Know my
start a label on my own, they gonna patronize
Don't worry about me, I'm not a juvenile
I remember where I'm coming from I can't go back there
Alla these
I see how these niggas playin'
But I could adapt
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me
headed back, to our sickly house on Cass Shimmer hates laughter, and juveniles Throughout my day, I heard her say, “I’ll make you pay for every smile” She
Sunshine gon' come with rainy days, Codiene take the pain away
Kobe at the three, while down by two, Dwayne gon' fade away
I know they hate I made
(Spin, spin) Southside in this muhfucka
If they gon' come down and do it all (ATL Jacob)
They gon' turn back around too, they-they coming back
(bring it back)
Verse 1:
Long hair, lipstick, lil mama, who you with?
Lookin' all mean, like the dream, shawty you da s***
Let you pass by so I can see
a leader, take your pick
Now I'm smokin buddha philly blunt style
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take
on any punk ass nigga or bitch
The little brown skin buddha sucker little motherfucker
I dwell in Juvenile Hell (yea yea)
I got the shit that
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take a piece of the action
But my sober state of mind won't let it happen
juvenile so I ain't care
See life wasn't important (no), I lost a couple niggas this year
Auntie got cancer, granny gotta bad back
But she carry
I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggas won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggas gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'
"Back, front back
you and all your peeps
You done fucked around with some wild niggas
You done fucked off the dough of Juvenile and Jigga's
You better get it back
you and all your peeps
You done fucked around with some wild niggas
You done fucked off the dough of Juvenile and Jigga's
You better get it back
some paper, I gotta do it quick
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messin' with
Yeah, my mama's only son
But I live every day like
some paper, I gotta do it quick
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messin' with
Yeah, my mama's only son
But I live every day like
your back up
My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel
The rapture ha ha ha hah ha hah
Ai yo! Do what I feel what I feel, see what I
Spent time as a youth up in Spofford
Juvenile detentions
By '89 he was sentenced once
Out of the year, he did 6 months
Give or take
Maybe longer 'cause he
gun nah stick
Yow it's like Guns of Navarone (whoa)
Buss shot quick, head back split
Dem ah buss shot fi tear through flesh and bone
Ohh, mama
Skit 1
Rest In Peace J Mack, that nigga taught me how to kill a man with my bear hands when I was 8 years old
That’s back when my aunty stayed in
Yeah, it's E-V, ak ev, you know me, ha ha
I got love for my people, they showed me that
Built my, empire, never one struck back
I show, trust for
Song: Back Back feat Juicy J
crtist: BeatKing
clbum: She Won't Leave Houston
Label: Never Fall Off/BeatKing Made This S--t
Why yo face so ugly?
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