Authentic
Washed Money man
This shit ain't on you, it's on you, man
Let's go
I been accumulated wealth
Ran the bag up by myself
200 bands with no help
Out on parole with time on the shelf
I swear to God, I keep it authentic
Swear to God, I keep it authentic
Swear to God, I keep it authentic
I am nothing like y'all niggas
2021, I'm coming for niggas
I am not fucking with niggas
World and Smoke be calling me from the joint
It hurt, I ain't got nothing for niggas
I been broke than a motherfucka
Am I a hustler, nigga
I ask myself when I look in the mirror
Is you gone recover, my nigga
I say, J.R., man, I'm tripping
I ain't been on my shit
That's the problem, I been struggling
With people have me focusing on nonsense
Putting nothing before my chips
Cause a nigga gotta climb quick
I mean no one, not a baby mama
Not a main bitch, not a side bitch
Gotta go back to the basics
I gotta go get it together
I'm starting from scratch
So I gotta go back on 44th and chill up at Eddy's
I'm watching for licks on the side
I'm watching for licks in the front
I got whatever you want
Pounds down all the way to a blunt
Niggas say, "J, you too old"
Like, niggas probably tryna kill me
I put this shit on Grandma Lee
That I am not gone die in my city
I got shooters that be shooting
It's you mothafucking stupid
Niggas still owe me a couple jobs
What you think, that they ain't finna do shit
Hate police and I hate letters
Kill snitches, make the game better
I retired, so I don't know shit
But I can tell you what I ain't selling
Had to get up out the game quick
Couldn't keep doing the same shit
Ya got popped with them dang bricks
And ain't shit been the same since
Been accumulating wealth
Ran the bag up by myself
200 bands with no help
Out on parole with time on the shelf
I swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
I ain't nothing like y'all niggas
Open my heart up to real niggas
Bitch niggas, ain't letting you through
I am not tryna sound raw
I am just telling the truth
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
I ain't nothing like y'all niggas
2021, I'm changing my focus
Probably gone be shit you can't notice
But I am not playing
You gone be able to look at me, and see that I ain't going
How in the fuck I'm the brokest
When I am my mama's oldest
But I'm finna switch it up
I learned a lot, and this last winter was the coldest
2018, I was hustling
Mom said, man, you living so ugly
Now I do construction, and I don't make nothing
Mom say, you ain't getting no money
What the fuck man, it's a lose-lose
So a nigga gotta run the bag up
If I'ma hear people talking shit
Then I'd rather hear them talk shit with my bag up
Couple months and I'll be back up
Fucking orders gone be backed up
Shawn ain't shoot a nigga a dollar he promised me
It is not no coming back bruh
I understand I got you robbed
But understand when I say, fuck you
It was my babymomma brother, and her mother
And she probably got a cut too
Told you I made a mistake
When you getting money, they hate
Niggas was talking shit the whole eight
Swear to God, that I couldn't wait
And I addressed every nigga that was talking
I'm lying, God, take me away
And I swear to God that these niggas be bitches
They did not say shit to my face
A couple niggas I ain't seen
Ten years make a nigga think he harder
Shout out to that nigga Pierre
Shout out to that nigga Te Arnold
Getting money, nothing new
Yeah, in prison hustling too
I kept the sack right inside of the rack
The CO's will never find the proof
A nigga sent a kite for 50
In the tongue of my boots
Yeah, nigga, I'm the truth
Mackie outside the booth
I finne sit up in some new leather
Knew better, than you move better
Just had my youngest son J' Ceon
This time a nigga tryna do better
Been accumulating wealth
Ran the bag up by myself
200 bands with no help
Out on parole with time on the shelf
I swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
I ain't nothing like y'all niggas
Open my heart up to real niggas
Bitch niggas, ain't letting you through
I am not tryna sound raw
I am just telling the truth
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
I ain't nothing like y'all niggas
Keep it authentic
This shit ain't on you, it's on you, man
Let's go
I been accumulated wealth
Ran the bag up by myself
200 bands with no help
Out on parole with time on the shelf
I swear to God, I keep it authentic
Swear to God, I keep it authentic
Swear to God, I keep it authentic
I am nothing like y'all niggas
2021, I'm coming for niggas
I am not fucking with niggas
World and Smoke be calling me from the joint
It hurt, I ain't got nothing for niggas
I been broke than a motherfucka
Am I a hustler, nigga
I ask myself when I look in the mirror
Is you gone recover, my nigga
I say, J.R., man, I'm tripping
I ain't been on my shit
That's the problem, I been struggling
With people have me focusing on nonsense
Putting nothing before my chips
Cause a nigga gotta climb quick
I mean no one, not a baby mama
Not a main bitch, not a side bitch
Gotta go back to the basics
I gotta go get it together
I'm starting from scratch
So I gotta go back on 44th and chill up at Eddy's
I'm watching for licks on the side
I'm watching for licks in the front
I got whatever you want
Pounds down all the way to a blunt
Niggas say, "J, you too old"
Like, niggas probably tryna kill me
I put this shit on Grandma Lee
That I am not gone die in my city
I got shooters that be shooting
It's you mothafucking stupid
Niggas still owe me a couple jobs
What you think, that they ain't finna do shit
Hate police and I hate letters
Kill snitches, make the game better
I retired, so I don't know shit
But I can tell you what I ain't selling
Had to get up out the game quick
Couldn't keep doing the same shit
Ya got popped with them dang bricks
And ain't shit been the same since
Been accumulating wealth
Ran the bag up by myself
200 bands with no help
Out on parole with time on the shelf
I swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
I ain't nothing like y'all niggas
Open my heart up to real niggas
Bitch niggas, ain't letting you through
I am not tryna sound raw
I am just telling the truth
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
I ain't nothing like y'all niggas
2021, I'm changing my focus
Probably gone be shit you can't notice
But I am not playing
You gone be able to look at me, and see that I ain't going
How in the fuck I'm the brokest
When I am my mama's oldest
But I'm finna switch it up
I learned a lot, and this last winter was the coldest
2018, I was hustling
Mom said, man, you living so ugly
Now I do construction, and I don't make nothing
Mom say, you ain't getting no money
What the fuck man, it's a lose-lose
So a nigga gotta run the bag up
If I'ma hear people talking shit
Then I'd rather hear them talk shit with my bag up
Couple months and I'll be back up
Fucking orders gone be backed up
Shawn ain't shoot a nigga a dollar he promised me
It is not no coming back bruh
I understand I got you robbed
But understand when I say, fuck you
It was my babymomma brother, and her mother
And she probably got a cut too
Told you I made a mistake
When you getting money, they hate
Niggas was talking shit the whole eight
Swear to God, that I couldn't wait
And I addressed every nigga that was talking
I'm lying, God, take me away
And I swear to God that these niggas be bitches
They did not say shit to my face
A couple niggas I ain't seen
Ten years make a nigga think he harder
Shout out to that nigga Pierre
Shout out to that nigga Te Arnold
Getting money, nothing new
Yeah, in prison hustling too
I kept the sack right inside of the rack
The CO's will never find the proof
A nigga sent a kite for 50
In the tongue of my boots
Yeah, nigga, I'm the truth
Mackie outside the booth
I finne sit up in some new leather
Knew better, than you move better
Just had my youngest son J' Ceon
This time a nigga tryna do better
Been accumulating wealth
Ran the bag up by myself
200 bands with no help
Out on parole with time on the shelf
I swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
I ain't nothing like y'all niggas
Open my heart up to real niggas
Bitch niggas, ain't letting you through
I am not tryna sound raw
I am just telling the truth
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
Swear to God I keep it authentic
I ain't nothing like y'all niggas
Keep it authentic
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