Turn Me Up J.I the Prince of N.Y
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[Intro]
Keepin' you close
I been takin' [?] for a long time, yeah (Hahaha, Nene)
Let me talk my shit
Know you had it rough but you also love it rough
Put your hands behind your back and show me how you clutch
When I'm feelin' low, I take drugs to turn me up
And if I'm feelin' low, show me how you turn me up
'Cause I got way too much inside my system (Inside my system)
I got way too much inside my system (Inside my system)
I got way too much inside my system (Inside my system)
I got way too much inside my system (Yeah)
(Almighty Nate)
[Verse 1]
Twenty racks inside my pocket, I'ma blow it all
The way I'm spendin' money, niggas think I'm showin' off
My bitch a diamond, you can't find her, I can't show her off
I can't get bit by those piranhas, I gotta move precautious (Yeah)
I see 'em peakin' in my window, I might just let 'em in
Got body bags for all my opps, I'm just tryna get 'em in
I stomp when I walk but they don't know when I'm steppin' in (Yeah)
Yeah, my pistol talkin', clarify what I represent (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas wanna take my life, I feel it in the air
I feel 'em creepin' down my block, I gotta be aware
I know the day gon' come and when it do I'll be prepared
The reaper knockin' on my door, I swear this shit ain't fair (Yeah)
Keepin' you close
I been takin' [?] for a long time, yeah (Hahaha, Nene)
Let me talk my shit
Know you had it rough but you also love it rough
Put your hands behind your back and show me how you clutch
When I'm feelin' low, I take drugs to turn me up
And if I'm feelin' low, show me how you turn me up
'Cause I got way too much inside my system (Inside my system)
I got way too much inside my system (Inside my system)
I got way too much inside my system (Inside my system)
I got way too much inside my system (Yeah)
(Almighty Nate)
[Verse 1]
Twenty racks inside my pocket, I'ma blow it all
The way I'm spendin' money, niggas think I'm showin' off
My bitch a diamond, you can't find her, I can't show her off
I can't get bit by those piranhas, I gotta move precautious (Yeah)
I see 'em peakin' in my window, I might just let 'em in
Got body bags for all my opps, I'm just tryna get 'em in
I stomp when I walk but they don't know when I'm steppin' in (Yeah)
Yeah, my pistol talkin', clarify what I represent (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas wanna take my life, I feel it in the air
I feel 'em creepin' down my block, I gotta be aware
I know the day gon' come and when it do I'll be prepared
The reaper knockin' on my door, I swear this shit ain't fair (Yeah)
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