JT (feat. K2SG Twenty)

Before I bought me a safe I hid my stash in a vacant
Trapping with out no heat still growing in the basement
Cooking in the kitchen stretching grannies out of babies
I'll be a millionaire if I was this age in the 80s
Man I miss the block been reminiscing bout it lately
Feins knocking had em' foaming at the most like they got rabies
Niggas throwing shots but I could never let em phase me
And shit I don't blame you if I was you I'd hate me
Some of my niggas seen me shining tried to shade me
If you my nigga then you kno better than to fade me
First 10 on the north but I'm a south side baby
Growing up next to them tracks it'll make you go crazy foreal
Niggas think they unlucky naw nigga you lazy
Every minute count for something cuz none of it aint free
I won't feel accomplished til I'm in meetings with Jay-Z
Til then I'm doing donuts in the Daytona with JT
I need a gangsta chocolate bitch real freaky like JT
Boys still on block with them glocks like JB
Dispensary prices nigga come shop but it ain't cheap
You be beating on yo bitch cuz she mad that you ain't me
Me and my bitch fuck hoes together I can't cheat
Boy I knew you was a bitch used to stay on the same street
Only rapper can do three different flows on the same beat
Bro a go and rob a store get blowed with the same heat

And I can't even trust people cuz niggas be such hoes
I just dropped another band on investments like fuck clothes
Heard them niggas on the south got more snow than the North Pole
Plug don't even like to talk he be speaking in Morse Code
I rather Minaj wit 4 hoes let hov give y'all goals
$400 On my back $650 for these soles
25 A jar 36 for these bo's
I was putting niggas on before they start hitting sto's
Can tell how niggas dick ride they never hit no hoes
Prices niggas quote you ain't never flip no load
Me and bro just bussed a nut on that bitch you kissed on
I'd pissed if I do dirt with a nigga get snitched on
Niggas tryna cut us off when his bitch play this song
I'll walk a nigga down before I write a diss song
Niggas gangsta same niggas got picked on
They been waiting on my return they mad it took me this long
I pick her up beat her down make her take a lyft home
Soon as bro gimme the sauce I'ma punch til my fist swole
They do you dirty then look at you like they ain't do shit wrong
Niggas think we ain't been getting money now that big Chris gone



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Writer(s): Framar Harris
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