
Black Sheep Forgiato Blow
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[Chorus: J-360]
I lost my mental, you know this cause credentials
I lost my potential, like it was incidentals
But no I didn't settle, no I am not a quitter
I am the self-made man, ain't had no father figure
I ain't had no pot to piss in, so I piss outside
It's Rolls-Royces when I drive, now I shit outside
I dare you try to judge me, you never tried to love me
Me I'm the black sheep of my family you should've seen this coming
[Verse 1: J-360]
My mother did her best, my first gun was a Smith & Wes
My twelve years old addicted to alcohol, drugs, and cigarettes (uh)
I led a moviе life, see me doing a jewеlry heist
By fifteen, no lie, I was sentenced to juvvy life
Twenty one, money come, money go
Addicted to this cash flow without it feel my sugar low
There's no sugar-coat: this is an autobiography
When I ain't racing in the wraith I'm in the autobiography
Got 200 in the dash in the Bentley speed
I used to pay a thousand a day just to rent these keys
Things I have changed baby, I ain't no black sheep I'm a white lion
I was never scared, I'm the type to fight Tyson, uh
I lost my mental, you know this cause credentials
I lost my potential, like it was incidentals
But no I didn't settle, no I am not a quitter
I am the self-made man, ain't had no father figure
I ain't had no pot to piss in, so I piss outside
It's Rolls-Royces when I drive, now I shit outside
I dare you try to judge me, you never tried to love me
Me I'm the black sheep of my family you should've seen this coming
[Verse 1: J-360]
My mother did her best, my first gun was a Smith & Wes
My twelve years old addicted to alcohol, drugs, and cigarettes (uh)
I led a moviе life, see me doing a jewеlry heist
By fifteen, no lie, I was sentenced to juvvy life
Twenty one, money come, money go
Addicted to this cash flow without it feel my sugar low
There's no sugar-coat: this is an autobiography
When I ain't racing in the wraith I'm in the autobiography
Got 200 in the dash in the Bentley speed
I used to pay a thousand a day just to rent these keys
Things I have changed baby, I ain't no black sheep I'm a white lion
I was never scared, I'm the type to fight Tyson, uh
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