JD On Tha track
Oh, no, no, no
Uh-uh, yeah
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten
I lost a friend, I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend
You just all talk, how you ain′t never come spin?
I told my moma to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sin
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 nigga settin' a trend
Copped me a Beamer
Truly I wanted the Benz
Everybody grind, everybody eat
I been on my grind on my two feet (On my two feet)
Butterfly doors, that's a two-seat (That′s a two-seat)
They teeth finna punch, call it Bruce Lee
We′ll spin a nigga block, only two deep
Make him run out in his socks like his new feet (New feet)
Mini Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci (Gucci)
And the good die young, sip Poochie
Walk around two chops, Lil Ducie
Outta town finna cop Lil Uzi (Lil Uzi)
Know a lot of pussy niggas wanna shoot me (Wanna shoot me)
Wear my hat to the back, I ain′t woopty
Had ya main bitch eat, she a groupie
I remember block days, it was 2P (2P)
In the cell writin' bars under two sheets (On the 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 nigga 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 pussy nigga, better stay down (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
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten
I lost a friend, I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend
You just all talk, how you ain′t never come spin?
I told my moma to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sin
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 nigga settin' a trend
Copped me a Beamer
Truly I wanted the Benz
I hope my mother forget the shit 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
Bitches 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
Nigga 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
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten
I lost a friend, I see a opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend
You just all talk, how you ain′t never come spin?
I told my moma to grin, we at the top
I ain't been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sin
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 nigga settin' a trend
Copped me a Beamer
Truly I wanted the Benz
