Текст OBN Jay – 3D
Текст:
Khris James, what the fuck?
My life ain’t gon’ never be the same since I touched the road
So many different paths up in my way but I know where to go
I done got back up, prepared myself, now I got a new soul
I might pop out with all my wolves just like I’m Derrick Rose
I’m in my bag for my young bulls just like I’m Derrick Rose
When I get hurt, bitch, I shake back, I’m standin’ on my toes
I shoot my shot like, «Bitch, take that,» achieving all my goals
They don’t know me, I’m a popular loner
Young niggas really post on the corner
Smoking on beaucoup marijuana
Shots fired when the YG’s lift up
Pull up, new bag for the pick up
Young nigga stoppin’ shit like a hiccup
Huh, bitch, what up? This a stickup
You really thought you got away with my shit, huh?
Bands on me, I ain’t go to the bank
Stop at the Shell for to fill up my tank
Styrofoam cup mixed up with the drank
Been myself, I ain’t doin’ what I ain’t
I’m a young nigga, buyin’ what you can’t
And I decide how to shine every day
Had a hard time, now a nigga countin’ paper
Tryna fly moms all across the nation
And now they back on me
I heard a nigga said I fell off but I really just started
You turned your back on me
I was lonely, I ran my shit up, now a nigga retarded
Now I tote Dracs only
I’ma come up, just wait on it
I been workin’ so hard every day, bitch, it’s really dumb, ‘tarded
I know that you miss me, but I don’t miss you
I’m just gon’ give ’em tissue to clean up that lil’ issue
I float through every city, look through my window
Yellow Chanel shoes, I’m really feelin’ just like Pikachu (Goddamn)
Talk to myself like, «Lil Jay, just go do you»
They play, bring out the shooting crew
I flash them bitches like voodoo
Watch for the fake lie, they be sour as pickle juice
Step too close, we gon’ step on you
Don’t make me get some rep off you
Be cool
My life ain’t gon’ never be the same since I touched the road
So many different paths up in my way but I know where to go
I done got back up, prepared myself, now I got a new soul
I might raise up and dunk this bitch just like I’m Derrick Rose
I might pop out with all my wolves just like I’m Derrick Rose
I’m in my bag for my young bulls just like I’m Derrick Rose
When I get hurt, bitch, I shake back, I’m standin’ on my toes
I shoot my shot like, «Bitch, take that,» achieving all my goals
Watched some get rich off weed and gats, it’s crazy how I grow
I know my hood from front to back, been walkin’ Holland Road
If we get caught, bet we won’t rat, just play it how it go
The things I did, I can’t take back, Lord, just forgive my soul
