Текст Johnny Rain – Dontfuckupmywave / Fruitless
Текст:
Dontfuckupmywave
Just a OD kid from the city yo
I been at it all year, the residuals
You been at it, always such a cynical
Mama you don’t have to tell me, I’m a boss now
When you have it, all they do is mimic you
When you have it, all they wanna do is finish you
Niggas should’ve fucking played cool
If you did, I probably would’ve made the same moves
Problem is you probably would’ve been the same you
But if all you wanna do is fuckin hate, cool
You can catch me and my shorty in the same coupe
With a looney on the dash, feeling rave proof
Still the same Johnny Rain, I just paid dues
Don’t hit me up when you see me out with Jay
I ain’t got nothing to say to you
Don’t fuck up my wave
(Wave, wave, wave, wave)
(Wave, wave, wave, wave)
Why you acting brand new with the physical?
Still the same young dude, you don’t feel it though?
So dramatic all day with your ridicule
I’ve been packing MJ, smooth criminal
You was hating on me then, what’s the dilly now?
It was funny to you then, is it silly now?
Cause you’re single, with a baby, at your moms house
I got the Roc now
Glad I didn’t save you
You can catch us switching lanes in the same coupe
Don’t hit me up when you see my family
We ain’t got nothing to say to you
Don’t fuck up my wave
(Wave, wave, wave, wave)
(Wave, wave, wave, wave)
Fruitless
Just saw my ex
Just saw my exes
They made a left
We made a left
I never stress, they hardly exist
But I’m way too petty, and my baby’s so precious
Her and my momma just got matching Benz’s
Don’t know what’s next
Hopped out, no flex
Birds come and go, they all regret this
You need some wealth
Align yourself
I might throw bread on top of one
I might throw bread on top of one
I might throw bread on top of one
I need to show forgiveness
I might throw bread on top of one
I might throw bread on top of one
I might throw bread on top of one
Fuck it, no love for these pigeons
I was sent to do greatness
Keep away with your fake bullshit
I’m a legend in the making
I can feel I’m bout to take it
Everybody saying you the one, you the one
We live in the matrix
I’m tryna be
Just blew 150 in a month, the irony
Jay hit my line, said we gone take what we want
Well tell em all I want a million
At least a milli for the melodies
I remember I was selling trees
I remember I was selling (work)
Wishing we could have some better things
Young nigga with a triple beam
Young nigga with the medicine
T-Mec was a magazine, white girls that do anything
I swear that powder makes you lose your mind
I was just finessing through the streets
Back when I was only 17
Barely have a single memory
Almost lost my sanity
Now a nigga turning 23
I do it all just for the family
(Start the car and uh, I don’t need a key)
Whole squad full of vill-a-ins
Was a cold muhfucka, still I is
But that’s just my hood
Squad ain’t even on payroll
And they’ll still get you if I say so
What’s good?
Альбом
Johnny Rain – Idol Blue
