JD On Tha Track
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, 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 sins, 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
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
Mini Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block livin’ Gucci
And the good die young, sip 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 start ODing
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 on the playground
In the stu’ goin’ hard every day now, no, no
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, 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 sins, 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
I hope my mother forget, shit that I did, she ain’t expect from a kid
It’s just the way that it is, stick to your biz ‘fore you start runnin’ your jibs
I know some killers and goons, I send ’em lurkin’, they finna get you by noon
You could get swept like a broom, heaven got room, you finna go up there soon
What you assume?
Had to eat, I ain’t start with no spoon
Feel like brother just got me in tune
Now I’m finna shoot off to the moon
Numbers goin’ like Sonic, they zoom
Bitches feening to give up they coon
Made a milli’, so long from a goon
I’ma have me a billion soon, nah, nah
I’ma reach for the stars
I soon cop me a new Audemar
Had to let got like five at the bar
Told the dealership go get my car
I be the man, two milli’ plus on the ‘Gram, learn what you don’t understand
You just a fan, soon as you saw me, you ran, bro caught a hit off the Xan’
Boy, I’ma blam, that’s what you don’t understand, no, we ain’t finna throw hands, no, no
Nigga tryna steal my shine
I’ma clap ‘fore you try to take mine (No, no, no, no)
Lately I been on my grind, for a fact, we gon’ all be fine (No, no, no, no)
Haters tryna waste my time, for a fact, I don’t pay ’em no mind
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, 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 sins, 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