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JD On Tha track
No, No, No, No, No
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Yeah
Homies could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This stuff not cap, you a ten
I lost a friend, I see a opp, I go in
Got me some stuff that extend
You just all talk, how you ain't never come spin?
I told my momma to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, ain't mad for win
Since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young homie settin' a trend
Copped me a Beamer
Truly I wanted the Benz
Everybody grind, еverybody eat
I been on my grind on my two feet
Butterfly doors, that's a two-sеat
They teeth finna punch, call it Bruce Lee
We'll spin a homie block, only two deep
Make him run out in his socks like his new feet
Mini Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci
And the good die young, sip Poochie
Walk around two chops, Lil Ducie
Outta town finna cop Lil Uzi
Know a lot of old homies wanna shoot me
Wear my hat to the back, I ain't woopty
Had ya main bro eat, it was loopy
I remember block days, it was 2P
In the cell writin' bars under two sheets
I remember when the crib had no heat
I remember when the opps wanted no beef
I remember spinnin' blocks in a stoley
Seen a homie get burned with a bogie
I done seen a good kid start OD'ing
I done seen bro die 'fron of police
So I try not to cry every day now
Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down
If you hit old homie, better stay down
You ain't never moved guns through the greyhound
You ain't never gonna spin when it came down
And I really wanna hear what you say now
Keep a pole everyday, we don't play 'round
Backpack got the stash, it's a spray ground
I remember tryna jugg on the playground
In the stu' goin' hard everyday now
Homies could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This stuff not cap, you a ten
I lost a friend, I see a opp, I go in
Got me some stuff that extend
You just all talk, how you ain't never come spin?
I told my momma to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, ain't mad for win
Since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young homie settin' a trend
Copped me a Beamer
Truly I wanted the Benz
I hope my mother forget, stuff that I did
She ain't expect from a kid
This is the way that it is
Stick to your biz' 'fore you start runnin' your jibs
I know some killers and goons, I send them lurkin'
They finna get you by noon
You can get swept like a broom, heaven got room
You finna go up there soon
What you assume? Had to eat
I ain't start with no spoon
Feel like brothers just got me in tune
Now, I'm finna shoot off to the moon
Numbers goin' like Sonic, they zoom
Homies feenin' to give up, they coon
Made a milli', so long from a goon
I might have me a billion soon, nah, nah
I'ma reach for the stars, I soon cop me a new Audemar
Had to let go like five at the bar
Tell the dealership go get my car
I be the man, two-milli' plus on the 'Gram
Learn what you don't understand
You just a fan, soon as you show me you ran
Bro caught a hit of the Xan
Boy, I'ma "Blam", that's what you don't understand
Now we ain't finna throw hands, no, no
Homie tryna steal my shine
I'ma clap before you tryna take mine (No, no, no, no)
Lately I been on my grind
For a fact we gon' all be fine (No, no, no, no)
Haters tryna waste my time, for a fact, I don't pay 'em no mind
Homies could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This stuff not cap, you a ten
I lost a friend, I see a opp, I go in
Got me some stuff that extend
You just all talk, how you ain't never come spin?
I told my momma to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, ain't mad for win
Since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young homie settin' a trend
Copped me a Beamer
Truly I wanted the Benz
(Father, ain't mad for the win, I told my momma to grin, Bro gotta come home again)
JD On Tha track
No, No, No, No, No
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Yeah
Homies could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This stuff not cap, you a ten
I lost a friend, I see a opp, I go in
Got me some stuff that extend
You just all talk, how you ain't never come spin?
I told my momma to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, ain't mad for win
Since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young homie settin' a trend
Copped me a Beamer
Truly I wanted the Benz
Everybody grind, еverybody eat
I been on my grind on my two feet
Butterfly doors, that's a two-sеat
They teeth finna punch, call it Bruce Lee
We'll spin a homie block, only two deep
Make him run out in his socks like his new feet
Mini Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci
And the good die young, sip Poochie
Walk around two chops, Lil Ducie
Outta town finna cop Lil Uzi
Know a lot of old homies wanna shoot me
Wear my hat to the back, I ain't woopty
Had ya main bro eat, it was loopy
I remember block days, it was 2P
In the cell writin' bars under two sheets
I remember when the crib had no heat
I remember when the opps wanted no beef
I remember spinnin' blocks in a stoley
Seen a homie get burned with a bogie
I done seen a good kid start OD'ing
I done seen bro die 'fron of police
So I try not to cry every day now
Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down
If you hit old homie, better stay down
You ain't never moved guns through the greyhound
You ain't never gonna spin when it came down
And I really wanna hear what you say now
Keep a pole everyday, we don't play 'round
Backpack got the stash, it's a spray ground
I remember tryna jugg on the playground
In the stu' goin' hard everyday now
Homies could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This stuff not cap, you a ten
I lost a friend, I see a opp, I go in
Got me some stuff that extend
You just all talk, how you ain't never come spin?
I told my momma to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, ain't mad for win
Since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young homie settin' a trend
Copped me a Beamer
Truly I wanted the Benz
I hope my mother forget, stuff that I did
She ain't expect from a kid
This is the way that it is
Stick to your biz' 'fore you start runnin' your jibs
I know some killers and goons, I send them lurkin'
They finna get you by noon
You can get swept like a broom, heaven got room
You finna go up there soon
What you assume? Had to eat
I ain't start with no spoon
Feel like brothers just got me in tune
Now, I'm finna shoot off to the moon
Numbers goin' like Sonic, they zoom
Homies feenin' to give up, they coon
Made a milli', so long from a goon
I might have me a billion soon, nah, nah
I'ma reach for the stars, I soon cop me a new Audemar
Had to let go like five at the bar
Tell the dealership go get my car
I be the man, two-milli' plus on the 'Gram
Learn what you don't understand
You just a fan, soon as you show me you ran
Bro caught a hit of the Xan
Boy, I'ma "Blam", that's what you don't understand
Now we ain't finna throw hands, no, no
Homie tryna steal my shine
I'ma clap before you tryna take mine (No, no, no, no)
Lately I been on my grind
For a fact we gon' all be fine (No, no, no, no)
Haters tryna waste my time, for a fact, I don't pay 'em no mind
Homies could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This stuff not cap, you a ten
I lost a friend, I see a opp, I go in
Got me some stuff that extend
You just all talk, how you ain't never come spin?
I told my momma to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, ain't mad for win
Since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young homie settin' a trend
Copped me a Beamer
Truly I wanted the Benz
(Father, ain't mad for the win, I told my momma to grin, Bro gotta come home again)
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