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Johan - MAZA Lyrics



Johan - MAZA Lyrics




I almost forgot I'm that nigga
It's hard to believe it like I'm really him
You know I got humble beginnings
So it's only right I get glorious wins
The one up above me been looking out for me
Like ever since I was a kid
Them bullets ain't hit me, the boys never caught me
I'm luckier, I got a gift
They say I'm buggin', I'm doin' too much
Baby, you niggas ain't doin' enough
Need to get back and it's gon' be severe
Wasting my head is the one that I fear
Out from the gutter when no one is safe
Tryna get rich, so a risk I'ma take
Yeah, but I feel like it's fake
Playin' with me was your biggest, uh-huh

Yeah, Northside, uptown, one-way rundown
I want his head in a bag, bitch
F*ckin' with me, better know what you doin
I promise you goin' out sad, bitch
She wanna turn up and run up the money
I told her that'd make you a bad bitch
Young nigga ain't never have shit
How can I not act a fool
Chip on my shoulder, the size of my city
Voice my head, said it ain't f*ckin' with me
I count the money until I go dizzy
He say he bout it, but my nigga is he
We gone find out
Put em all to the test
I'm tryna ball like I paid off the ref
I'm tryna ball like a bad bitch is watchin' me hoop in the rec
Check, check

I almost forgot I'm that nigga
It's hard to believe it, like I'm really him
You know I got humble beginnings
So it's only right I get glorious wins
The one up above me been lookin' out for me
Like ever since I was a kid
Them bullets ain't hit me, the boys never caught me
I'm luckier, I got a gift

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back to the wall where it usually be at, uh
That's where I feel the most comfortable
They cannot f*ck with you, that's what I said to the mirror
Before I went out and got to it, let's get into it
I really f*ck with the music
But money I'm also pursuing
I been influenced by the real hitters that told me
Keep doing what the f*ck you doing, I'm solid as ever
That boy made of diamonds, the way that he shine
Under pressure, matching whatever
Shorty been crying out for me, she thought that I wouldn't do better
Baby, you silly, I level up like I'm pose to
Do what I want, give a f*ck what they told you
F*ck what I said, brody, I finna show you
Don't let these niggas think that they can hold you
Back to the wall where it usually be at, uh
And I'm right back with the slapper
I been a real nigga before a rapper
Auntie yelling at me, don't be a gangster
While my uncle hit the gun in the hamper
Had me thinking like, the f*ck going on
Fast forward and they call me the Don
Fast forward, they know all of my songs

Smoking with my niggas got me feeling like a rasta
I was in the city getting busy with my shotas
Hundred mil inside the bank, you know this life will cost ya
That boy turned to Ricky when he heard him say we got okay
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I almost forgot I'm that nigga
It's hard to believe it like I'm really him
You know I got humble beginnings
So it's only right I get glorious wins
The one up above me been looking out for me
Like ever since I was a kid
Them bullets ain't hit me, the boys never caught me
I'm luckier, I got a gift
They say I'm buggin', I'm doin' too much
Baby, you niggas ain't doin' enough
Need to get back and it's gon' be severe
Wasting my head is the one that I fear
Out from the gutter when no one is safe
Tryna get rich, so a risk I'ma take
Yeah, but I feel like it's fake
Playin' with me was your biggest, uh-huh

Yeah, Northside, uptown, one-way rundown
I want his head in a bag, bitch
F*ckin' with me, better know what you doin
I promise you goin' out sad, bitch
She wanna turn up and run up the money
I told her that'd make you a bad bitch
Young nigga ain't never have shit
How can I not act a fool
Chip on my shoulder, the size of my city
Voice my head, said it ain't f*ckin' with me
I count the money until I go dizzy
He say he bout it, but my nigga is he
We gone find out
Put em all to the test
I'm tryna ball like I paid off the ref
I'm tryna ball like a bad bitch is watchin' me hoop in the rec
Check, check

I almost forgot I'm that nigga
It's hard to believe it, like I'm really him
You know I got humble beginnings
So it's only right I get glorious wins
The one up above me been lookin' out for me
Like ever since I was a kid
Them bullets ain't hit me, the boys never caught me
I'm luckier, I got a gift

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back to the wall where it usually be at, uh
That's where I feel the most comfortable
They cannot f*ck with you, that's what I said to the mirror
Before I went out and got to it, let's get into it
I really f*ck with the music
But money I'm also pursuing
I been influenced by the real hitters that told me
Keep doing what the f*ck you doing, I'm solid as ever
That boy made of diamonds, the way that he shine
Under pressure, matching whatever
Shorty been crying out for me, she thought that I wouldn't do better
Baby, you silly, I level up like I'm pose to
Do what I want, give a f*ck what they told you
F*ck what I said, brody, I finna show you
Don't let these niggas think that they can hold you
Back to the wall where it usually be at, uh
And I'm right back with the slapper
I been a real nigga before a rapper
Auntie yelling at me, don't be a gangster
While my uncle hit the gun in the hamper
Had me thinking like, the f*ck going on
Fast forward and they call me the Don
Fast forward, they know all of my songs

Smoking with my niggas got me feeling like a rasta
I was in the city getting busy with my shotas
Hundred mil inside the bank, you know this life will cost ya
That boy turned to Ricky when he heard him say we got okay
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Writer: Johan Cedeno Carvajal
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Length: 2:37
Written by: Johan Cedeno Carvajal

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