[Intro: Jay Critch]
(L Boy)
Ayy
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Fuck a scholarship, I'll go get the bag up out of the dirt
I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss nigga, nigga, fuck what you heard
And I got my cash right, then got back in my Birk'
Stop that hating shit, that be the worst
He better act right, we attacking him first
We was trapping out, wrapping the first
I did a whole lot of dirt and that shit might come back to me, so I got all these tools
They telling lies on my name, thinking it won't get back to me, that shit had me confused
I did a whole lot of dirt, that's why I don't fuck with niggas acting like they came up with niggas
Even if we put these forties down and we shoot the hands, I bet Forty still slump a nigga
[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
You better watch your food, keep your eyes on your own plate when you eating with hungry niggas
Need some food, brodie gave me my own plate, run it up with the punchy nigga
Keep it cool, as soon as he try to flex, 30s ready to crunch a nigga
And I just made a move, as soon as I get the check, had to pull up and stunt on niggas
I was plottin', I ain't have a option, can't pick one bitch, I got options
My city looking like Gotham, think he a hero 'til 30s come rob him
Took a plate for free, I'm bagging up KDs, tell the hood to come cop 'em
I was making cheese before I was eighteen, ain't nobody could stop him
(L Boy)
Ayy
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Fuck a scholarship, I'll go get the bag up out of the dirt
I'm never into the politics, I'm a young boss nigga, nigga, fuck what you heard
And I got my cash right, then got back in my Birk'
Stop that hating shit, that be the worst
He better act right, we attacking him first
We was trapping out, wrapping the first
I did a whole lot of dirt and that shit might come back to me, so I got all these tools
They telling lies on my name, thinking it won't get back to me, that shit had me confused
I did a whole lot of dirt, that's why I don't fuck with niggas acting like they came up with niggas
Even if we put these forties down and we shoot the hands, I bet Forty still slump a nigga
[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
You better watch your food, keep your eyes on your own plate when you eating with hungry niggas
Need some food, brodie gave me my own plate, run it up with the punchy nigga
Keep it cool, as soon as he try to flex, 30s ready to crunch a nigga
And I just made a move, as soon as I get the check, had to pull up and stunt on niggas
I was plottin', I ain't have a option, can't pick one bitch, I got options
My city looking like Gotham, think he a hero 'til 30s come rob him
Took a plate for free, I'm bagging up KDs, tell the hood to come cop 'em
I was making cheese before I was eighteen, ain't nobody could stop him
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