(JD on the track)
Shooters wearin' all black, they tryna finish you
I been chasin' the bag since I was in middle school
And they still doin' bad, these niggas miserable
I don't care 'bout these jewelry, we still in the trenches
It could go wherever, we still movin' reckless
He think he drippin', well we gon' slide and drench him
Make it rain on these bitches, we hit the club and drench 'em
The shit I experience got me movin' different
Some of our brothers gone and the hood miss 'em
Keep it real on all my songs, know the hood listen
Hit a stain late night, we completing missions
They tryna tell us how to move, but we ain't listen
He caught a case right after school, judge ain't dismissin'
Bail fifty thou' and he ain't got no digits
Where is everyone now when it come down to business?
We bailed him out, he went right in the system
When it all falls down, watch how they switch on you
One hundred thou' stacked in the living room
They gon' still talk down whether you win or lose
I never follow the crowd, I'm individual
My shooter runnin' them down and he ain't missing you
We lay them down on the ground like he was pigeon food
We got the same choppers you probably seein' on the news
Sound like a helicopter landin' when we spin it through
Don't want no favors, niggas act like they invented you
I'm off these papers now it's really time to make a move
I'm in a penthouse with two baddies, they identical
Girl, I might f*ck with you now, but I ain't into you
Shooters wearin' all black, they tryna finish you
I been chasin' the bag since I was in middle school
And they still doin' bad, these niggas miserable
I don't care 'bout these jewelry, we still in the trenches
It could go wherever, we still movin' reckless
He think he drippin', well we gon' slide and drench him
Make it rain on these bitches, we hit the club and drench 'em
The shit I experience got me movin' different
Some of our brothers gone and the hood miss 'em
Keep it real on all my songs, know the hood listen
Hit a stain late night, we completing missions
They tryna tell us how to move, but we ain't listen
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(JD on the track)
Shooters wearin' all black, they tryna finish you
I been chasin' the bag since I was in middle school
And they still doin' bad, these niggas miserable
I don't care 'bout these jewelry, we still in the trenches
It could go wherever, we still movin' reckless
He think he drippin', well we gon' slide and drench him
Make it rain on these bitches, we hit the club and drench 'em
The shit I experience got me movin' different
Some of our brothers gone and the hood miss 'em
Keep it real on all my songs, know the hood listen
Hit a stain late night, we completing missions
They tryna tell us how to move, but we ain't listen
He caught a case right after school, judge ain't dismissin'
Bail fifty thou' and he ain't got no digits
Where is everyone now when it come down to business?
We bailed him out, he went right in the system
When it all falls down, watch how they switch on you
One hundred thou' stacked in the living room
They gon' still talk down whether you win or lose
I never follow the crowd, I'm individual
My shooter runnin' them down and he ain't missing you
We lay them down on the ground like he was pigeon food
We got the same choppers you probably seein' on the news
Sound like a helicopter landin' when we spin it through
Don't want no favors, niggas act like they invented you
I'm off these papers now it's really time to make a move
I'm in a penthouse with two baddies, they identical
Girl, I might f*ck with you now, but I ain't into you
Shooters wearin' all black, they tryna finish you
I been chasin' the bag since I was in middle school
And they still doin' bad, these niggas miserable
I don't care 'bout these jewelry, we still in the trenches
It could go wherever, we still movin' reckless
He think he drippin', well we gon' slide and drench him
Make it rain on these bitches, we hit the club and drench 'em
The shit I experience got me movin' different
Some of our brothers gone and the hood miss 'em
Keep it real on all my songs, know the hood listen
Hit a stain late night, we completing missions
They tryna tell us how to move, but we ain't listen
Shooters wearin' all black, they tryna finish you
I been chasin' the bag since I was in middle school
And they still doin' bad, these niggas miserable
I don't care 'bout these jewelry, we still in the trenches
It could go wherever, we still movin' reckless
He think he drippin', well we gon' slide and drench him
Make it rain on these bitches, we hit the club and drench 'em
The shit I experience got me movin' different
Some of our brothers gone and the hood miss 'em
Keep it real on all my songs, know the hood listen
Hit a stain late night, we completing missions
They tryna tell us how to move, but we ain't listen
He caught a case right after school, judge ain't dismissin'
Bail fifty thou' and he ain't got no digits
Where is everyone now when it come down to business?
We bailed him out, he went right in the system
When it all falls down, watch how they switch on you
One hundred thou' stacked in the living room
They gon' still talk down whether you win or lose
I never follow the crowd, I'm individual
My shooter runnin' them down and he ain't missing you
We lay them down on the ground like he was pigeon food
We got the same choppers you probably seein' on the news
Sound like a helicopter landin' when we spin it through
Don't want no favors, niggas act like they invented you
I'm off these papers now it's really time to make a move
I'm in a penthouse with two baddies, they identical
Girl, I might f*ck with you now, but I ain't into you
Shooters wearin' all black, they tryna finish you
I been chasin' the bag since I was in middle school
And they still doin' bad, these niggas miserable
I don't care 'bout these jewelry, we still in the trenches
It could go wherever, we still movin' reckless
He think he drippin', well we gon' slide and drench him
Make it rain on these bitches, we hit the club and drench 'em
The shit I experience got me movin' different
Some of our brothers gone and the hood miss 'em
Keep it real on all my songs, know the hood listen
Hit a stain late night, we completing missions
They tryna tell us how to move, but we ain't listen
Writer: Jason Critchlow
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing