Just In Case (intro)
Kilo I like this one
Long story short
Five years ago a nigga almost died
Two years ago we started living life
I lost a quarter mill
That made my grown ass cry
You can look me in my eyes
And see I don't tell lies
In and out of stores yeah
We don't check price
Popping RPs yeah
We live the low life
I just copped that new V
That shit cali coke white
White chocolate Reese's
Peanut butter inside
She say she only fucking me
Well we know that's a lie
He tryna bring the smoke to me
Well here's a candle light
I've been praying everyday
It got me living right
Back seat in that Culli yeah
The ceilings nice
I'm front row dolo
On some State Farm shit
Players compliment my kicks
And Every fit I don't miss
I make it look easy
Know a couple niggas
That just want to be me
I see my influence
Taught your girl how to get money
Cause you wouldn't do it
If she ain't having no motion
Then ima keep it moving
But still keep it groovy
We gone still make a movie
If she wanna play dumb
I'm forever going stupid
Play forever
Wishing on a shooting star
But im the star
So I'm wishing Im gone ball
We came so far
Hundred thousands dollars cars
Spent a couple salaries
On some Audemars
Still gotta a lot of bullshit on my plate
She gotta understand this game don't change
Still gotta keep that F.N. On my waist
Still gotta
Still gotta
Still gotta know these hoes gone
Fuck up my head space
I'm Jaheim with this Glock
Just in case
Long story short
Five years ago a nigga almost died
Two years ago we started living life
I lost a quarter mill
That made my grown ass cry
You can look me in my eyes
And see I don't tell lies
In and out of stores yeah
We don't check price
Popping RPs yeah
We live the low life
I just copped that new V
That shit cali coke white
White chocolate Reese's
Peanut butter inside
She say she only fucking me
Well we know that's a lie
He tryna bring the smoke to me
Well here's a candle light
I've been praying everyday
It got me living right
Back seat in that Culli yeah
The ceilings nice
I'm front row dolo
On some State Farm shit
Players compliment my kicks
And Every fit I don't miss
I make it look easy
Know a couple niggas
That just want to be me
I see my influence
Taught your girl how to get money
Cause you wouldn't do it
If she ain't having no motion
Then ima keep it moving
But still keep it groovy
We gone still make a movie
If she wanna play dumb
I'm forever going stupid
Play forever
Wishing on a shooting star
But im the star
So I'm wishing Im gone ball
We came so far
Hundred thousands dollars cars
Spent a couple salaries
On some Audemars
Still gotta a lot of bullshit on my plate
She gotta understand this game don't change
Still gotta keep that F.N. On my waist
Still gotta
Still gotta
Still gotta know these hoes gone
Fuck up my head space
I'm Jaheim with this Glock
Just in case
Credits
Writer(s): Dejon Britton-birdsong
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