Go In

JD On Tha Track

Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap or pretend, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain't been broke in a ming
Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go, I pick up half at the end
Young nigga setting a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz

Everybody grind, everybody eat
I been on my grind on my two feet
Butterfly doors, it's a two-seat
They teeth, finna punch, call it Bruce Lee
We'll spin a nigga block only two deep
Nigga ran out his socks like a new feet
Remy Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block living Gucci
And the good die young, said Poochie
Walk around with two chops, Lil Ducie
Outta town, finna cop Lil Uzi
Know a lot of pussy niggas wanna shoot me
Wear my hat to the back, I ain't woopty
Had your main bitch eat, she a groupie
I remember block days, it was 2P
In the cell writing bars under two sheets
I remember when the crib had no heat
I remember when the opps wanted no beef
I remember spinning blocks in a stoley
Seen a nigga get burned with a bogey
I done seen a good kid starting OD
I done seen bro die front of police
So I try not to cry every day now
Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down
If you hit, pussy nigga, better stay down
You ain't never moved guns through the Greyhound
You ain't never gon' spin when it came down
And I really wanna hear what you say now
Keep a pole every day, we don't play 'round
Backpack got a stash, it's a spray ground
I remember tryna jugg out the playground
In the stu' going hard every day now, no, no

Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap or pretend, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain't been broke in a ming
Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go, I pick up half at the end
Young nigga setting a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz

I hope my mother forgive, shit that I did, she ain't expect from a kid
It's just the way that it is, stick to your biz 'fore you start running your jibs
I know some killers and goons, I send 'em lurking, they finna get you by noon
You could get swept like a broom, heaven got room, you finna go up there soon
What you assume?
Had to eat, I ain't start with no spoon
Feel like brother just got me in tune
Now I'm finna shoot off to the moon
Numbers going like Sonic, they zoom
Bitches fiending to give up they coo'
Made a milli', so long from a goon
I'ma have me a billion soon, nah, nah
I'ma reach for the stars
Ice gon' cop me a new Audemar
Had to let go like five at the bar
Told the dealership upgrade my car
I be the man, two milli' plus on the 'Gram, learn what you don't understand
You just a fan, soon as you saw me, you ran, bro caught a hit off the Xan'
Boy, I'ma blam, that's what you don't understand, no, we ain't finna throw hands, no, no
Nigga tryna steal my shine
I'ma clap 'fore you try to take mine (No, no, no, no)
Lately I been on my grind, for a fact, we gon' all be fine (No, no, no, no)
Haters tryna waste my time, for a fact, I don't pay 'em no mind

Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap or pretend, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain't never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain't been broke in a ming
Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go, I pick up half at the end
Young nigga setting a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz