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Jazz Cartier

How Did I Get This Deep?

 

How Did I Get This Deep?


Mama said, "Never take advice from a nigga with no money"
This is my world, don't tell me how to run it
Old niggas, washed up, Joe Budden
Got enough to feed the needy, tell that nigga hold something
New nigga, Coupe sicker
Pull up and the roof's missing, two bitches
They know a nigga do business, at Ruth Chris'
Got maids that'll fry chicken and do dishes
Now they know the wave is hot, the face is hot
Watching all the rings I got and chains I cop
Cartier frames on watch, I made alot
From days had to make the wop to make the drop
Niggas know
There comes a time in your life, you gotta sacrifice
I'm paralyzing the parasites when I pay 'em no mind
From paradise, I'm playing this shit to paradigm
Dropped "Paranoia" and started having the fear of god

[Kafaye:]
I'm running round round round
I'm running round round round

Yeah
I learned a lot about your early 20s
You're never full until the glass is empty
We used to round up change just to eat at Wendy's
But shit I'm tryna count change in the back of Bentleys
All hunnids, no twenties
Fuck rapping, gotta make it as a man
Came out of my depression and I blamed it on the fans
The anxiety was killing me
Burn a couple bridges, started drinking past my limit
Then shit got real for me
Paranoia was misstep
I still play it back and I skip tracks
If it's an 'L' then I'll hold that
But not forever, its the get back
Started peeling back layers to my soul
Fuck the fame, I don't even wanna make it as a whole
Suits getting in the way, Cuzzi had to take control
And from here on out, it's a go. JLF

[Kafaye:]
I'm running round round round
Stepped in the club it was crazy
I wonder why these niggas hate me
Probably my all-black Mercedes
.45, never on safety
Not even Jesus can save me
Not even Jesus can save me

How did I get this deep?
10 toes in my sneaks
2 feet in the streets
1 hand on my gun
How did I get this deep? (it's ok, I promise)
Before all of the tours
In Toronto, was pure
All the [?] on Bloor
It was our lovesick
And we didn't want no cure (can you feel it?)
Well me at least
How did I get this deep?
(I'm running round n round)
Do you still love it
Yeah
All I wanted was peace
They just wanted a piece
Now I got blood on the leaves
From the killing machines
(someone's gotta go through it)
How did I get this deep?
How did we get so deep?

(Not even Jesus can save me)

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