J.R.

Yeah this shit different
Aye Tope got the dope bring the beat in

Back in NY I brought the whole gang
Really independent fund the whole thang
I brought 10 of niggas and my momma too
Double bunked in the hotel to see what Ima do

Dreams really do come true
Every single day I'm doing something new
Every single day I'm meeting someone new
Less hi's in my replies and more who?

Cheers to the old days
Prolly never get em back
My niggas is paid for
They never have to give it back
Trauma ain't a tenant but somehow I gotta live with that
Niggas dead to me and they mad they gotta live with that
Made it through the storm
Like where the fucking my ceiling at
Bitch I don't have one
Junior I'm my dad son
Member being a kid when I first seen my dad gun
Member I would practice in the mirror fo I had one

Dreams of being a good guy and marrying a bad one
Dreams of copping big cribs I even got my dad one
Moving with love
In a time where niggas move just because
I was a boss before you knew who I was

Nigga look at the times
Got ahead without looking behind
Pro skater nigga look at the grind
We really made it off the ave
Back when my granny was watching shaft
Now I'm knocking bitches off my laugh

Crazy how it all change
Every time I shoot I yell ball game
They scream mine they don't know y'all name
My niggas helped me get here so they all came
I just hit this bitch from half court nigga ball game

Back in NY I brought the whole gang
Really independent fund the whole thang
Cheers to the old days
Prolly never get em back
My niggas is paid for
They never have to give it back
Trauma ain't a tenant but somehow I gotta live with that
Niggas dead to me and they mad they gotta live with that
Made it through the storm
Like where the fucking my ceiling at
Bitch I don't have one
Junior I'm my dad son nigga

Yeah this shit different
Aye it'll never be the same
Wow



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Writer(s): Anthony Anderson, Larussell Thomas
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