[Intro]
JD On Tha Track
[Chorus]
Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap or pretend, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain't been broke in a min'
Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go, I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz
[Verse 1]
Everybody grind, everybody eat
I been on my grind on my two feet
Butterfly doors, it's a two-seat
They teeth, finna punch, call it Bruce Lee
We'll spin a nigga block only two deep
Nigga ran out his socks like a new feet
Remy Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci
And the good die young, said Poochie
Walk around with two chops, Lil Ducie
Outta town, finna cop Lil Uzi
Know a lot of pussy niggas wanna shoot me
Wear my hat to the back, I ain't woopty
Had your main bitch eat, she a groupie
I remember block days, it was 2P
In the cell writin' bars under two sheets
I remember when the crib had no heat
I remember when the opps wanted no beef
I remember spinnin' blocks in a stoley
Seen a nigga get burned with a bogey
I done seen a good kid startin' OD
I done seen bro die front of police
So I try not to cry every day now
Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down
If you hit, pussy nigga, better stay down
You ain't never moved guns through the Greyhound
You ain't never gon' spin when it came down
And I really wanna hear what you say now
Keep a pole every day, we don't play 'round
Backpack got a stash, it's a spray ground
I remember tryna jugg out the playground
In the stu' goin' hard every day now, no, no
JD On Tha Track
[Chorus]
Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap or pretend, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain't been broke in a min'
Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go, I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz
[Verse 1]
Everybody grind, everybody eat
I been on my grind on my two feet
Butterfly doors, it's a two-seat
They teeth, finna punch, call it Bruce Lee
We'll spin a nigga block only two deep
Nigga ran out his socks like a new feet
Remy Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci
And the good die young, said Poochie
Walk around with two chops, Lil Ducie
Outta town, finna cop Lil Uzi
Know a lot of pussy niggas wanna shoot me
Wear my hat to the back, I ain't woopty
Had your main bitch eat, she a groupie
I remember block days, it was 2P
In the cell writin' bars under two sheets
I remember when the crib had no heat
I remember when the opps wanted no beef
I remember spinnin' blocks in a stoley
Seen a nigga get burned with a bogey
I done seen a good kid startin' OD
I done seen bro die front of police
So I try not to cry every day now
Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down
If you hit, pussy nigga, better stay down
You ain't never moved guns through the Greyhound
You ain't never gon' spin when it came down
And I really wanna hear what you say now
Keep a pole every day, we don't play 'round
Backpack got a stash, it's a spray ground
I remember tryna jugg out the playground
In the stu' goin' hard every day now, no, no
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