Jit

These damn cops want us dead and gone
I think this racism shit is really set in stone
Don't understand I need Rosetta Stone
I'm confused how police can't even raid the right home
If weed legal bring the felons home
Fuck a dispensary unless they put niggas on
It was a crime til it started to make they money long
The government just wanted they cut they ain't really think the shit was wrong
Niggas fake and it's starting to show
The only snake I ever fuck with was stone cold
They giving credit and niggas still gon sell they soul
But where I'm from bein real is worth it's weight in gold
Niggas tried to jump me told em they gon need more people
You don't know if love you til they don't need you
We don't do warning shots everything lethal
This some Detroit Shit throw some 4s on a regal

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Get wasted but I dont waste time
40 Cal addin inches to my waistline
They don't never say that hoe shit to my eyes
I gotta hear that shit through the grapevine
You niggas need a big homie
Y'all dick suck anybody that got on a Rollie
I remember everything that my OG told me
It's my turn and i put that on everything holy
I remember all she had was ambition
Back then I was her only fan
Told her we'll get money if we stick she to the mission
This bitch rather start a only fans
I just hope that ain't her only plan
I shut my mouth when she showed up up with a 100 Bands
I'm Tryna get a 100 racks from a 100 hands
And do the same exact shit from the other hand

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Writer(s): Mario Harris
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