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POM
by Jai Imani
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That I felt something
Shit... it got me tripping
I'm focused on getting money
I can't remember the last time that I felt something
This medicine got me tripping
I'm focused on getting money
I'm wilding out with my niggas, we joking and being funny
But don't get the picture twisted we got sticks that ain't for drumming
I don't even feel the pain
Because these percocets they numb it
I jumped knee deep in the gang
And lost niggas that I call brother
In that Beamer swerving lanes
I keep my double cup so muddy
In my blunt I keep propane
You know I roll it by the nugget
Been seeing all type of thangs and quite honestly man I love it
I hopped my ass on a plane and seen everything that I wondered
My granny had told me take in them rainy days and that thunder Nowadays I hit her Grave And have conversations in front of it
All because I can't remember the last time that I felt something
This medicine got me tripping
I'm stacking up these blue hundreds
Niggas hit me up for business
Want me to hop on remixes
The only way they can get it is to pay the feature ticket
Presidential 41 up on my wrist
I'm speaking different
Is you tryna fuck or not
Baby girl just be specific
My momma had kicked me out I kept dirtying up the kitchen
Residue left on the pots and plates
It locked up so it's sticking
Reminiscing on my patna couch
I'm stuck off these prescriptions Niggas gone come have to shoot me down if they don't Want me winning Know my chopper come with hundred rounds and I don't do no Missing
It's crazy my best friend died and we ain't even take no pictures
Probably why I can't remember the last time that I felt something
This medicine got me tripping
Told my momma pack her luggage Get here ass up out that crib and go take her some Place that's sunny Show my niggas how to live
They got more options than the slums
Take they ass up to the hills where we don't even need our guns
But I'm still riding with my stick
I can't get out the field for nothing See through clip hold hollow tips Them bitches taking Out a chunk How all these bitches on my dick
They use to say that I was dumb
Now it's a comma on the ticket and we only went to lunch
And that's no cap we spent like six thousand just at the label brunch
I just got back and I po me up some drank a eight or sum
I pop perkys when I wake
I ain't even ate me nothin
Probably why I can't remember the last time that I felt something
This medicine got me tripping
I'm focused on getting money
I told em I'm never switching
They thought I was but I wasn't Show these niggas how to drop fifty points right before The buzzer
Game
That I felt something
Shit... it got me tripping
I'm focused on getting money
I can't remember the last time that I felt something
This medicine got me tripping
I'm focused on getting money
I'm wilding out with my niggas, we joking and being funny
But don't get the picture twisted we got sticks that ain't for drumming
I don't even feel the pain
Because these percocets they numb it
I jumped knee deep in the gang
And lost niggas that I call brother
In that Beamer swerving lanes
I keep my double cup so muddy
In my blunt I keep propane
You know I roll it by the nugget
Been seeing all type of thangs and quite honestly man I love it
I hopped my ass on a plane and seen everything that I wondered
My granny had told me take in them rainy days and that thunder Nowadays I hit her Grave And have conversations in front of it
All because I can't remember the last time that I felt something
This medicine got me tripping
I'm stacking up these blue hundreds
Niggas hit me up for business
Want me to hop on remixes
The only way they can get it is to pay the feature ticket
Presidential 41 up on my wrist
I'm speaking different
Is you tryna fuck or not
Baby girl just be specific
My momma had kicked me out I kept dirtying up the kitchen
Residue left on the pots and plates
It locked up so it's sticking
Reminiscing on my patna couch
I'm stuck off these prescriptions Niggas gone come have to shoot me down if they don't Want me winning Know my chopper come with hundred rounds and I don't do no Missing
It's crazy my best friend died and we ain't even take no pictures
Probably why I can't remember the last time that I felt something
This medicine got me tripping
Told my momma pack her luggage Get here ass up out that crib and go take her some Place that's sunny Show my niggas how to live
They got more options than the slums
Take they ass up to the hills where we don't even need our guns
But I'm still riding with my stick
I can't get out the field for nothing See through clip hold hollow tips Them bitches taking Out a chunk How all these bitches on my dick
They use to say that I was dumb
Now it's a comma on the ticket and we only went to lunch
And that's no cap we spent like six thousand just at the label brunch
I just got back and I po me up some drank a eight or sum
I pop perkys when I wake
I ain't even ate me nothin
Probably why I can't remember the last time that I felt something
This medicine got me tripping
I'm focused on getting money
I told em I'm never switching
They thought I was but I wasn't Show these niggas how to drop fifty points right before The buzzer
Game