J.T.B

This ain't no good, guy, or bad shit
Remember I ain't had shit
Free my cuz Bands, yea he showed me all the trap shit
Started with a ball and three grams

That first fast flip
Ever since then been in the trap
Till that last flip
Then, we got raided

Almost didn't make it
Swear I'm God's favorite
Still in the kitchen whipping up
I'm trying to see it lock

Still be itching on that shit in case I see the opps
She held me down, yeah, I fell in love with Snow White
It been a minute since they seen a nigga broke right
Shame on who

Cause I was broke like game on two
Yeah, flame on two
Fuck around and put this flame on you
They like that slick talk

Nah, they don't wanna
They don't wanna hear that bitch talk
I call a play and get em picked off
And get em pick off

Shit
Don't want me terrorize these streets
They like this terrorize these beats
Don't got a handful, shit

Make sure everybody eat
And what you stand for
Shit this for everybody weak
What you stand for

This for everybody
This for everybody weak



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Writer(s): Jamal Decoteau
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