The Ticket Jay Hound
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[Intro]
(Zazza)
(PradaDidIt)
Like, worda bro
Grahh, grahh
[Chorus]
Shit gettin' weird, gotta keep my distance
I was outside, I was down for a minute
Fucked up in the head, but, I know they don't feel it
Prayin' to God, in the middle of sinnin'
If I wanted money, then I had to go get it
Word to my mother, they ain't think that I would do it
I need a milly, I was goin' through it
Fuckin' up my career, tryna spin, this shit stupid
Too known for a part-time job
Put my all in this shit, it's my music
I was just sittin' in the middle of my block
Throwin' words in a mic, I ain't know what I was doin'
[Verse 1]
If I ain't have money, word to bro, I might lose it
I'm top 5, and it's easy to prove it
I was young tryna win
Signed me a paper, I knew it was wrong, but I still went to do it
R—Rappin', it don't make a difference, I'm still the one ootin'
People keep telling me, "Chill", in my ear, gotta stick to improvin'
Shе goin' dumb to the tunes
She makin' it shakе, she makin' it move
Bro, I cannot come to the function, you ain't bring the broom in
(Zazza)
(PradaDidIt)
Like, worda bro
Grahh, grahh
[Chorus]
Shit gettin' weird, gotta keep my distance
I was outside, I was down for a minute
Fucked up in the head, but, I know they don't feel it
Prayin' to God, in the middle of sinnin'
If I wanted money, then I had to go get it
Word to my mother, they ain't think that I would do it
I need a milly, I was goin' through it
Fuckin' up my career, tryna spin, this shit stupid
Too known for a part-time job
Put my all in this shit, it's my music
I was just sittin' in the middle of my block
Throwin' words in a mic, I ain't know what I was doin'
[Verse 1]
If I ain't have money, word to bro, I might lose it
I'm top 5, and it's easy to prove it
I was young tryna win
Signed me a paper, I knew it was wrong, but I still went to do it
R—Rappin', it don't make a difference, I'm still the one ootin'
People keep telling me, "Chill", in my ear, gotta stick to improvin'
Shе goin' dumb to the tunes
She makin' it shakе, she makin' it move
Bro, I cannot come to the function, you ain't bring the broom in
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