Lyrics
Hey yo Jay, shit I think we on to somethin
Made it outta nothin so let's thank em all for nothin
Niggas rappin bout the kitchen but never sold dope
Niggas claim they gettin money but they really still broke
Dyin over smoke, I'm just tryna get old
Dallas a warzone, dead bodies in the road
Livin in my songs, all truth no lies
Patiently waitin nigga now it's our time
This mfn shine might leave a nigga blind
Feelin like Pac when he dropped All Eyez
Alone when I ride, ion do close ties
Same thing that make u laugh, same thing will make u cry
I got up next like I'm on the sideline
Free Boo Sully, halfway thru 5
I feel for them niggas locked up doin time
Who can't make sto cuz they ain't got a lifeline
I got niggas who fwm who really don't fwm
How u say I'm like a brother but don't keep in touch wit me
Fucc bein 100, I keep it 150
Imma be the same nigga til the reaper come get me
Trust in my struggle, trust in my vision
Life's fulla choices, gotta make the right decisions
Mfs mad at me wanna see me bacc in prison
Had to fall bacc cuz u bearin false witness
Learn a lot about a person when u pay em no attention
Try to talk em, that don't mean they'll listen
Shits fucced up, really makes no sense
Lotta slugs been shot, it ain't been the same since
I'm just tryna do me, put myself in position
Shines on me, still a man on a mission
Song after song hell yeah I'm comin wit it
At the end of the day, in my songs where I'm livin
Cashmon Jones, Jason Connally
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