Jit Days
One,two,three and to the four
Young hustling nigga
Ion see me going broke
Nights I ain't sleep
Nights I ain't eat
Brainstorming,
How to turn a loaf of bread into a feast
They only see the shine
They'on never see the grind
Blood, Sweat & Tears
Just For a few nickels and dimes
I remember errything
Like it was yesterday
Why ion never smile
Shit I still feel that pain
Sunny clears skies
Feel like I'm standing in the rain
With nothing to lose
But a whole lot to gain
10yrs old
When I seen my first stick
I ain't gone lie
I was scared
Acting like a bitch
Went from the freshest kicks
To living in them bricks
At Grandma Sheila hize
Sleeping on the floor and shit
Seen my momma struggle
Made a nigga shed tears
Felt like it was my fault
I ain't really wanna live
Tryna hide that hurt
Shit was getting real
Traumatized adolescent
Behind on them bills
She thought I ain't know
She ain't know I understand
No daddy around
So I had to be the man
I wasn't focused on no grades
I was thinking of a plan
Tryna to pull me outta sports
Worst thing she would've did
Worst thing she would've did
Gotta thank my Uncle
For everything he did
Thank ya
Would've been on the yard
Never would've seen a huddle
Beating block
Steady in and out of trouble
Constant collect calls
Or prolly down under
Yes I understand
The guilty charges ya honor
Prolly hear me say it often
I ain't have no role model
Just a few examples I ain't really wanna follow
I was thinking black mask
And loading up dem hollows
Break in a bitch shit
So they can feel the same sorrow
Almost got expelled
Brought a toy gun to school
But I ain't get a whooping for it
She ain't really knew what to do
(Scared for my life on God so muhfucking scared)
Nah she ain't know what to do
When I talk about my life
This shit hit kinda different
Start catching chills
And I get all in my feelings
Why I Gotta play these cards
Man I wish I was the dealer
Prolly be heartless and
A whole lot richer
Or a Mob boss
With a whole lotta skrilla
People dying daily
Would say it's getting crazy
But it is what it is
Just gotta stay up out the way
Cause where I'm from niggas green Set you up just for some yay
Life could've been different
I ain't never complain
I just took it to the chin
And I played it how it came
(Odds stacked against a nigga like hell, when you ain't got a option "how" ain't even a question)
Minor setbacks Major comebacks
That's how life go
Never let em see you weak
Forever stuck to the code
Fell off came back
Swea it ain't no mo quitting
Picked my chin up off the ground
Shit don't contribute to winning
Stacking that paper
Getting my weight up
This ain't no facade
No clown shit I Don't do make up
Most valuable hustler
I Ain't fucking with no pay cut
It's either all or nothing
Taking everything I came for
Been humble way too long
Been waiting tryna get on
And when I touch that bag
I'm putting everything on chrome
Ain't struggle all my life
To die with nothing to show or
Fall off the face of earth
And be broke
To be a baller in this game
Leave the hoe shit at the door
Expected me to give up
Cause they told a nigga no
They'on never see the grind
But they always see the glow
Coldest Of All Time
Make em label me the COAT
Coldest Of All Time
Make em label me the COAT
Coldest Of All Time
Make em label me the COAT
Young hustling nigga
Ion see me going broke
Nights I ain't sleep
Nights I ain't eat
Brainstorming,
How to turn a loaf of bread into a feast
They only see the shine
They'on never see the grind
Blood, Sweat & Tears
Just For a few nickels and dimes
I remember errything
Like it was yesterday
Why ion never smile
Shit I still feel that pain
Sunny clears skies
Feel like I'm standing in the rain
With nothing to lose
But a whole lot to gain
10yrs old
When I seen my first stick
I ain't gone lie
I was scared
Acting like a bitch
Went from the freshest kicks
To living in them bricks
At Grandma Sheila hize
Sleeping on the floor and shit
Seen my momma struggle
Made a nigga shed tears
Felt like it was my fault
I ain't really wanna live
Tryna hide that hurt
Shit was getting real
Traumatized adolescent
Behind on them bills
She thought I ain't know
She ain't know I understand
No daddy around
So I had to be the man
I wasn't focused on no grades
I was thinking of a plan
Tryna to pull me outta sports
Worst thing she would've did
Worst thing she would've did
Gotta thank my Uncle
For everything he did
Thank ya
Would've been on the yard
Never would've seen a huddle
Beating block
Steady in and out of trouble
Constant collect calls
Or prolly down under
Yes I understand
The guilty charges ya honor
Prolly hear me say it often
I ain't have no role model
Just a few examples I ain't really wanna follow
I was thinking black mask
And loading up dem hollows
Break in a bitch shit
So they can feel the same sorrow
Almost got expelled
Brought a toy gun to school
But I ain't get a whooping for it
She ain't really knew what to do
(Scared for my life on God so muhfucking scared)
Nah she ain't know what to do
When I talk about my life
This shit hit kinda different
Start catching chills
And I get all in my feelings
Why I Gotta play these cards
Man I wish I was the dealer
Prolly be heartless and
A whole lot richer
Or a Mob boss
With a whole lotta skrilla
People dying daily
Would say it's getting crazy
But it is what it is
Just gotta stay up out the way
Cause where I'm from niggas green Set you up just for some yay
Life could've been different
I ain't never complain
I just took it to the chin
And I played it how it came
(Odds stacked against a nigga like hell, when you ain't got a option "how" ain't even a question)
Minor setbacks Major comebacks
That's how life go
Never let em see you weak
Forever stuck to the code
Fell off came back
Swea it ain't no mo quitting
Picked my chin up off the ground
Shit don't contribute to winning
Stacking that paper
Getting my weight up
This ain't no facade
No clown shit I Don't do make up
Most valuable hustler
I Ain't fucking with no pay cut
It's either all or nothing
Taking everything I came for
Been humble way too long
Been waiting tryna get on
And when I touch that bag
I'm putting everything on chrome
Ain't struggle all my life
To die with nothing to show or
Fall off the face of earth
And be broke
To be a baller in this game
Leave the hoe shit at the door
Expected me to give up
Cause they told a nigga no
They'on never see the grind
But they always see the glow
Coldest Of All Time
Make em label me the COAT
Coldest Of All Time
Make em label me the COAT
Coldest Of All Time
Make em label me the COAT
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Writer(s): K T
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