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Lil Tjay

Melody

 

Melody


Great John on the beat, by the way

[Sheff G:]
Look, I'm stuck in my feelings, I feel like I'm losing it (Look)
Been in this game, I still feel like I'm new to this (Huh)
Do for it, tell me just what you gon' do for it
You got a name, what you do for it?
40, extended a new toy, that I play with (Yeah)
I could solve problems you testing (Huh)
Never complain, we just handle (Huh)
Never show love, show no passion (Huh)
Never show love, get you damaged (Huh)
No service, you still got the message
No school, but I teach you a lesson
Don't try me lil' nigga, it's levels
We could never be even, I'm seven (Huh)
You got some issues then let me know, no hesitation (no hesitation)
No hesitation, I let it go, I got the drip (Huh)
I got the drip like a runny nose, hold on my rage (Huh)
Hold on my rage, I'ma let it go
I stay praying on em, while all my loved ones just pray for me
That's the difference, I swear all my niggas gon' spray for me
Like graffiti, get caps closed
Like a TV, I need me the breesh, I was patient
Ain't no love over here, bitches vacant
It get hot in this bitch, it be baking
I got tired of people just faking
Tired of these niggas hating

[Lil Tjay:]
Money be coming in, stacking, no fumbling
Nigga try run up, I'm gunning him down
I got this shit that the streets need
Hate or love me, I'm sticking around
I got a big crib and my mom's good
'Member I was sleeping on the ground
We was bending blocks, looking for our opps
Swear to God, we terrorized the town
Pour up the mud, I gotta chill on the drugs
This shit would bring a nigga down
They on my dick, told 'em to get out my face
It's static, I don't say a sound
I got a .30 clip up in the Glock with a 4-5 with a double round
Niggas coming for my top, so I see an opp, put him in the ground
No, we ain't playing no games
Think this shit funny? You finna get changed
Don't try to cop it, you better run when that .40 go bang
I got a different type of life, the shit that I seen might've turned you insane
I got a different type of life, although it wasn't perfect ain't shit I would change, no

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