[Intro]
[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Shit, I never wanted handouts
I say I'ma take the man route
Went from stayin' in Gram's house, got bread to get the fam out
I tried to get away, but the streets got me
I'm in the trenches, I could be on the beach probably but Lord knows
Ready for smoke, grab the black bag, ain't doing that bad
They say I never seen a rap cheque, fuck history
I never failed the math test
Bullets can't even hit a G, I guess you can say I'm that blessed
Section 8 like the projects
Soak it and let it digest
Started off with weed, now he graduated to pyrex
Rolled up in a leaf, that's my relief along with high tech
Got niggas on the street, I'm wondering how they ain't die yet
Shit, 'cause shit ain't the same, nigga
So watch where you hang, nigga
Gon' get your ass in trouble, you thought life was a game, nigga
I did this off the muscle, me and you not the same, nigga
Same hittas, tryna fit a cap through a drop-top, brain missing
South Beach, I got a Cuban bitch from Jamain, nigga
Plug thought I just might flood the streets with the cane, nigga
Time hard but you know sun gon' shine after rain, nigga
Never trusting [?], eventually they gon change, nigga
Pain, don't like to talk about it
I get to thinkin' [?], they like to push it, and they coffin bout it
Go Vietnam, investing bombs and start a wars about it
Murder your moms, over the lines, 'cause we gon' cross them out quick, shit
You live by the gun, you die by the gun
I get so high I just said hi to the sun
I tell my girl we need to have a son
Ain't giving up till the battle is done
Don't give a fuck because I feel like I won
Jones!
[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Shit, I never wanted handouts
I say I'ma take the man route
Went from stayin' in Gram's house, got bread to get the fam out
I tried to get away, but the streets got me
I'm in the trenches, I could be on the beach probably but Lord knows
Ready for smoke, grab the black bag, ain't doing that bad
They say I never seen a rap cheque, fuck history
I never failed the math test
Bullets can't even hit a G, I guess you can say I'm that blessed
Section 8 like the projects
Soak it and let it digest
Started off with weed, now he graduated to pyrex
Rolled up in a leaf, that's my relief along with high tech
Got niggas on the street, I'm wondering how they ain't die yet
Shit, 'cause shit ain't the same, nigga
So watch where you hang, nigga
Gon' get your ass in trouble, you thought life was a game, nigga
I did this off the muscle, me and you not the same, nigga
Same hittas, tryna fit a cap through a drop-top, brain missing
South Beach, I got a Cuban bitch from Jamain, nigga
Plug thought I just might flood the streets with the cane, nigga
Time hard but you know sun gon' shine after rain, nigga
Never trusting [?], eventually they gon change, nigga
Pain, don't like to talk about it
I get to thinkin' [?], they like to push it, and they coffin bout it
Go Vietnam, investing bombs and start a wars about it
Murder your moms, over the lines, 'cause we gon' cross them out quick, shit
You live by the gun, you die by the gun
I get so high I just said hi to the sun
I tell my girl we need to have a son
Ain't giving up till the battle is done
Don't give a fuck because I feel like I won
Jones!
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