Mr. JD - Bonus Track

If I gotta come through nigga it's the end
Buy alotta' shit I don't count what I spend
Nigga trippin' pop his ass end up on a trend
I got dead presidents nigga I don't got no friends

It's Papi JD I'm really running game
Drop a video for fun then delete it mane
I want the money don't really care bout the fame
Tryna set the hood on fire nigga without the flame

Fell many times, dropped many stains Had many ties nothing is the same
I heard many cries, I just gotta aim
Hearing all the lies, man it was a shame

This is Papi JD I was the one to blame
But I'm pushing it don't got time to really hate
I'm Tryna stack the shit I carry a lot of weight
Y'all niggas counterfeit all form with out no shape

You Smoking boo boo shìt I'm rolling nugs no shake
Pull the choppas out and watch them niggas skate
Y'all irrelevant I'm the main event
Yeah we all the same but it's a difference

I then lost it all tryna prove some shit
I ain't have no business really doing it
Deep shit you probably can relate to it
This my story though we all been through some shit

Had to really pray to God ask for deliverance
Aye, I can't lie he's magnificent
It's on my mind, it's on my mind heavy
I remember when I was rubbing on yo' belly

I was having nightmares it didn't include Freddy
I was really on my ass tryna get ready
You didn't even let me
Growing up It was hella crappy

Met you shawty tho I was kinda happy
Found out I was gone be a daddy
The story it ends sadly
But I stuck to the code I didn't let it change me

The L's that I took made me win again
Papa boss Papi JD is a businessman
Remember I drove the silver car nigga with the tints
Remember I was working the music nigga with no tips

Holded down the family, forever I can't forget
I remember when I left and they threw a fit
I remember I young as hell with no eye
I remember I was praying looking to the sky

I remember when pops was gone it was tough
Now a days you ain't from the D if you don't got buffs
Pull the stick out her purse then I let it buss
Niggas don't got no whip catch em on the bus

Niggas hate GMS they wanna be like us
Stop all that fucking capping nigga its enough
Stay he got a stick I just called his bluff
His bitch fat as hell call her Mrs. puff

Smoke lots of fucking weed different type of stuff



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Writer(s): Jason Davis Jr
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