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Ten Thirty in the D Video (MV)




Performed By: Just Jones
Language: English
Length: 3:46
Written by: Khalil Jones




Just Jones - Ten Thirty in the D Lyrics
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I had to cop that new Rollie that way I can never be late
Got a new bitch came from out the country I done been to 50 states
I use to sit on them buses have dreams of the wraith
Free all my niggas incarcerated they ain't beat the case
Got a few homies be flippin that Kim K
Movin with Ye
I sat with millionaires nigga if you wasn't even there how can you say that I changed
Bosses only at the table I hate to say it but you ain't
You ain't gangsta it's a phase can't relate the all the fakes I had to pick up the pace
They done killed every nigga I look up to why do the legends die young
Pray for lil bro everyday I heard he out on the run
They know I'm bussin them jugs ask the hood bout lil cuz
On the gram he the plug but he got all his work from us
Bring it in everyday no case I can change my face
My niggas is scared of being broke not the DEA
They locking up all of my niggas I ran outta people to trust
Bro say it's over for he just waiting on them people to come
I guess that's how it be
When you grow up in a place like me
D boy hide the work in the bushes
Young shotta got a chop by da tree
Rock ice cuz it's hot in the streets
Summertime let the dog of the leash
Got hittas don't play bout me
Mob ties from the west to the east
I had to cop that new Rollie that way I can never be late
Got a new bitch came from out out the country I done been to 50 states
I use to sit on them buses have dreams of the wraith
Free all my niggas incarcerated they ain't beat the charges
My niggas got hit with the Rico
I ain't even seen bro
Tapped in on the jail phone
He told me to keep goin
Way up to the top and then keep goin
I can see it right now hold it down nigga you gone be on
Nigga keep playin yo role fasho
You ain't real you a wanna be
Affiliated crips and bloods with me
Would you ever lie to the judge for me
Grab the chop and line em up for me
Hold my spot down move this drugs for me
Get the backend from the club for me
Go from poverty to luxury
These niggas cap they can't f*ck with me
I done watched the realest niggas go and switch sides
I need a couple million dollars not no co-sign
Bringin it back to my people my city a gold mine
They was waiting but now it's time forreal
I'm multiplying my dollar signs forreal
I might be the silver lining forreal
They ain't never been no competition man they times up
They never did the shit we done
Nonononooo
That's how it is
Got the streets f*cked up
They do it's true
Niggas never been cut
They hoes
Pretend
Make believe
And they got you falling for it
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I had to cop that new Rollie that way I can never be late
Got a new bitch came from out the country I done been to 50 states
I use to sit on them buses have dreams of the wraith
Free all my niggas incarcerated they ain't beat the case
Got a few homies be flippin that Kim K
Movin with Ye
I sat with millionaires nigga if you wasn't even there how can you say that I changed
Bosses only at the table I hate to say it but you ain't
You ain't gangsta it's a phase can't relate the all the fakes I had to pick up the pace
They done killed every nigga I look up to why do the legends die young
Pray for lil bro everyday I heard he out on the run
They know I'm bussin them jugs ask the hood bout lil cuz
On the gram he the plug but he got all his work from us
Bring it in everyday no case I can change my face
My niggas is scared of being broke not the DEA
They locking up all of my niggas I ran outta people to trust
Bro say it's over for he just waiting on them people to come
I guess that's how it be
When you grow up in a place like me
D boy hide the work in the bushes
Young shotta got a chop by da tree
Rock ice cuz it's hot in the streets
Summertime let the dog of the leash
Got hittas don't play bout me
Mob ties from the west to the east
I had to cop that new Rollie that way I can never be late
Got a new bitch came from out out the country I done been to 50 states
I use to sit on them buses have dreams of the wraith
Free all my niggas incarcerated they ain't beat the charges
My niggas got hit with the Rico
I ain't even seen bro
Tapped in on the jail phone
He told me to keep goin
Way up to the top and then keep goin
I can see it right now hold it down nigga you gone be on
Nigga keep playin yo role fasho
You ain't real you a wanna be
Affiliated crips and bloods with me
Would you ever lie to the judge for me
Grab the chop and line em up for me
Hold my spot down move this drugs for me
Get the backend from the club for me
Go from poverty to luxury
These niggas cap they can't f*ck with me
I done watched the realest niggas go and switch sides
I need a couple million dollars not no co-sign
Bringin it back to my people my city a gold mine
They was waiting but now it's time forreal
I'm multiplying my dollar signs forreal
I might be the silver lining forreal
They ain't never been no competition man they times up
They never did the shit we done
Nonononooo
That's how it is
Got the streets f*cked up
They do it's true
Niggas never been cut
They hoes
Pretend
Make believe
And they got you falling for it
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Writer: Khalil Jones
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