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Dee Watkins

JPAY

 

JPAY

(album: Problem Child 3 - 2021)


Pull up Mingus, we gon' slide
Yo Benji

I just talked to my cousin on the JPay
Sent him some money and pictures
I know that made his day
I gotta make sure that your momma and son straight
Imma try to do the best I can to take the pain away
And fuck the judge, they don't love us
Can't walk a mile in our shoes, how can you judge us
Poverty child, man I swear my life was fucked up
But now I'm up, I just thank the man above us
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Hard times, that's what made us
All I know is stay down and stay prayed up
And you can lock us all up but you can't break us
Long as I'm happy, I don't care about being famous
Tell 'Em Free Cap
Can't wait till' he back
It's deeper than rap
They want us stuck in that trap
I got some racks in my jeans
I got that Glock in my lap
I wear my heart on my sleeve
I put that pain in my raps
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Long Live Nique, I love that nigga like my own child
I got some niggas that's been gone for a long time
I can't do shit but put my niggas in my songs now
Can't live that same life when was kids
Nigga we grown now
Lately I've been reaching my goals
Nigga thought he was a killer
Up that stick and he froze
I can't call you my brother if we ain't share the same clothes
Nah forreal, that how it is
That's how deep that shit go (Nigga, Ay)
Free my niggas sleeping in them cell blocks
Tell the judge I got some niggas I need to bail out
How I make it through that struggle cuz I pray a lot
Like UFC, I got that game in a headlock
I had to cut some niggas off, they was holding me back
They don't know shit about my life
They just know that he rap
You still hanging out with that nigga
You know he a rat
Be smarter than that

I just talked to my cousin on the JPay
Sent him some money and pictures
I know that made his day
I gotta make sure that your momma and son straight
Imma try to do the best I can to take the pain away
And fuck the judge, they don't love us
Can't walk a mile in our shoes, how can you judge us
Poverty child, man I swear my life was fucked up
But now I'm up, I just thank the man above us
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

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