Jayy Grams
A youngin raised in Baltimore is bound to see a lot
Blood on the leaves bloods on ya sleeves soon as you leave the block
A reason not to get caught up in all the gossip
They lying to there mother's believe in nothing agnostics
Hayelo
Some n***as undercover
They faking I know they not slick
They living with trimmed lawns and big yards
But steady pop shit
Sold a 8th of Reggie in 9th grade
And think they hot shit
He don't struggle I heard both his parents was some doctors
Von Wilda
Demons stashed in heart
Eyes bleeding watching the time past
Soul searching for compass
I know he lost
Every action is protocol
When the time ends
Think its dope and all
For the roll up he keep a thai stick
Jayy Grams
Plugged in im like a fire stick
Hayelo
My pockets like a eyelid
With 5 licks from Tyson
Swollen How I won't it so I'm gonna so Put the grind in
Jayy Grams
I Crock shit like the eye lit bonus flicks that's entire clips
And now we draggin all over the road
Von Wilda
It's like the tire slipped
Baggage look like riot gear
Spread cross the dashboard
This the pass over we split it equal
Hit the brakes slide pass the seafood
Jayy Grams
We spitting great rhymes you dragging me too
Skip the stateline and snatch ya peoples never take mine I'm actually lethal
but I got a great smile just ask ya niece dude
Hayelo
These diesel jeans got them shits for free too
Got it off the arm just like a junky needles
I be in the city but amongst my people
I don't pop out really less I really need to
Von Wilda
Foreign jeweler
N***a talking hebrew
Diamonds busting
Let em have discussions
When the sun beam on em
They be looking see through
Deathwish if u f*cking wit the legion
ALL
To keep it really real who really running with lowfi
Y'all no biggie deal not bad boys y'all a joke
We keep the sticky steel we feel you n***as need the smoke
We been Missin plenty meals so our paws at ya throat
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Jayy Grams
A youngin raised in Baltimore is bound to see a lot
Blood on the leaves bloods on ya sleeves soon as you leave the block
A reason not to get caught up in all the gossip
They lying to there mother's believe in nothing agnostics
Hayelo
Some n***as undercover
They faking I know they not slick
They living with trimmed lawns and big yards
But steady pop shit
Sold a 8th of Reggie in 9th grade
And think they hot shit
He don't struggle I heard both his parents was some doctors
Von Wilda
Demons stashed in heart
Eyes bleeding watching the time past
Soul searching for compass
I know he lost
Every action is protocol
When the time ends
Think its dope and all
For the roll up he keep a thai stick
Jayy Grams
Plugged in im like a fire stick
Hayelo
My pockets like a eyelid
With 5 licks from Tyson
Swollen How I won't it so I'm gonna so Put the grind in
Jayy Grams
I Crock shit like the eye lit bonus flicks that's entire clips
And now we draggin all over the road
Von Wilda
It's like the tire slipped
Baggage look like riot gear
Spread cross the dashboard
This the pass over we split it equal
Hit the brakes slide pass the seafood
Jayy Grams
We spitting great rhymes you dragging me too
Skip the stateline and snatch ya peoples never take mine I'm actually lethal
but I got a great smile just ask ya niece dude
Hayelo
These diesel jeans got them shits for free too
Got it off the arm just like a junky needles
I be in the city but amongst my people
I don't pop out really less I really need to
Von Wilda
Foreign jeweler
N***a talking hebrew
Diamonds busting
Let em have discussions
When the sun beam on em
They be looking see through
Deathwish if u f*cking wit the legion
ALL
To keep it really real who really running with lowfi
Y'all no biggie deal not bad boys y'all a joke
We keep the sticky steel we feel you n***as need the smoke
We been Missin plenty meals so our paws at ya throat
A youngin raised in Baltimore is bound to see a lot
Blood on the leaves bloods on ya sleeves soon as you leave the block
A reason not to get caught up in all the gossip
They lying to there mother's believe in nothing agnostics
Hayelo
Some n***as undercover
They faking I know they not slick
They living with trimmed lawns and big yards
But steady pop shit
Sold a 8th of Reggie in 9th grade
And think they hot shit
He don't struggle I heard both his parents was some doctors
Von Wilda
Demons stashed in heart
Eyes bleeding watching the time past
Soul searching for compass
I know he lost
Every action is protocol
When the time ends
Think its dope and all
For the roll up he keep a thai stick
Jayy Grams
Plugged in im like a fire stick
Hayelo
My pockets like a eyelid
With 5 licks from Tyson
Swollen How I won't it so I'm gonna so Put the grind in
Jayy Grams
I Crock shit like the eye lit bonus flicks that's entire clips
And now we draggin all over the road
Von Wilda
It's like the tire slipped
Baggage look like riot gear
Spread cross the dashboard
This the pass over we split it equal
Hit the brakes slide pass the seafood
Jayy Grams
We spitting great rhymes you dragging me too
Skip the stateline and snatch ya peoples never take mine I'm actually lethal
but I got a great smile just ask ya niece dude
Hayelo
These diesel jeans got them shits for free too
Got it off the arm just like a junky needles
I be in the city but amongst my people
I don't pop out really less I really need to
Von Wilda
Foreign jeweler
N***a talking hebrew
Diamonds busting
Let em have discussions
When the sun beam on em
They be looking see through
Deathwish if u f*cking wit the legion
ALL
To keep it really real who really running with lowfi
Y'all no biggie deal not bad boys y'all a joke
We keep the sticky steel we feel you n***as need the smoke
We been Missin plenty meals so our paws at ya throat
Writer: Von Wilda, Jayy Grams, Hayelo
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.