Lyrics:
take me to this world
Now there's always time, to getcha
I guess by now you get the picture
of what I'm tryin to say
I'm ballin outta control
sloppy
Tryna add me up? Buddy boy
Must have a math hobby
I'ma jump in every one
You can't get a bag by me
Amiri jeans X Versace drawers
You can't sag like
M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass tricks
We keep on coming while we running for your jewels
Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little
Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong
My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth
What route did you take man
Caught me by that
paint a picture in your mind for you to keep
Lie with me and I will hold you close
Close enough to breathe you in
Can you believe that we spent so long
just to pop like we some balloons
You let me down, I'm so high I rock on many moons
Creative, Animative, I feel like cartoons
Wassup Doc? I feel like
Young g we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
From the dirt, you
on a ski
Dont look at me
Just keep it face down
I just spoke with
Said double JJ my newest chain
I just want the latest things
That double RR with mucus
What you think of me?
I don't give a shit
I'm a real mother fucker
I know that I'm legit
What you think of me?
I don't give a shit
I'm a real mother
Straight military
Call me J.J Rawlings
You chasing pussy
I'm chasing money
Man I got the block on lock
Street on lock
Stacking to the ceiling
Yeah we
I said "Mama, he's crazy and he scares me
But I want him by my side
Though he's wild and he's bad
cnd sometimes just plain mad
I need him to keep me
What is it that keeps me hangin' on to every word you said?
What is it that keeps me holdin' on to you?
Because you're stuck in my head like my
' off my niggas
Shouts to Noah walk inside my crib
See dough so thick she can't even fold
Tell me why your bitch keep
Patrollin' like she 5-0
Say that she
I’m da 1 maybe I’m self nphatu8u can’t name a time when PhatPatriC hated yea yeah I’m da 1 yea yeah I’m da one, you bytch nigga should be crownin me
hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke
Late night hangin' out 'til the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
ever got beef with a busta you can call me
You know I keep a blucka-blucka, hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble
I'm on y'all street
number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Oh, we in
deadly venoms, verse five be the livest
Strugglin' and strive, keep a nine in my waistline
Take mine, you better bury me, G
Punk-ass niggas don't even
her all her then carats now she feeling like a rabbit
If you wanna live that jet life baby let me know
Homie we get the bread then we burn it like it's
went insane, callin' me by my name like
"Whassup J?" Girl, you oughta be shamed
Call me J-Ro, or Daddy, you badly you mistaken
If you thought you had
(That's JJ)
(Beatfreakz)
Still ain't made it out the hood 'cause my soul's there (soul's there)
I drip down in a Moncler
A lotta time goes by
As soon my time will come, me on that microphone
I will keep up with them trill ones and I promise I'll leave you alone
These days I'm alone when I'm
Of your wide world when it comes crashing down
I can only help you if you're sure
You want to keep me hangin' round
I will only hear the sound
gettin' down
Sparkamatic, I'm hangin' tight like a fanatic
You trapped me once and I thought that
You might have it
So step down and lend me your ear
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