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Jackboy

Innocent By Circumstances

 

Innocent By Circumstances

(album: JackNDaBox - 2019)


Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah I did the crime, but
I'm still innocent though
Helluva made this beat baby
'Cause the position I was put in

Lately I been feeling like fuck a friend
'Cause they don't ride for me, how I ride for them?
Only put my faith in these benjamins
Time after time, it got me out predicaments
Yeah I did the crime, but I'm innocent
He thought I wouldn't up my nine in front of witnesses
Guess he heard my rhymes, thought I wasn't living it
'Til they pulled me off him like stop boy, you killing jit
Fuck bruh, this ain't a game, this shit serious
Get mad fast, in a second I be furious
Lack of respect will make me catch a sentence period
No copping pleas now, fuck nigga I ain't hearing it
Ears to the streets, they ain't know I was listening
Talking 'bout if Kodak put him on, why he jugging then?
Bitch I'm a business man, robbing what I major in
Could be up a hundred bands, still will lay you down for ten
I don't do this for myself, I do this for my fam
They want steak, they got tired of eating cold ham
I'ma take your plate, then go bust it down with them
You'd do the same if you'd been where I been
Keep the pressure up, I ain't giving in
I'ma rape the game, I don't need consent
Young hustler, depend on my own hand
I ain't have a spot, still pushing weight like I'm in the gym
Bitch I ball above the rim, think I need a bonus
Murdered the track, they think somebody ghostwrote this
Nah, these fuck niggas ain't even allowed to quote this
Hating ass niggas still feel like I ain't worth shit
When I got that bag, swear all the hate was worth it
Can't die with it, fuck it bae, let's go splurge it
Diamonds from Africa, fuck them Gucci purses
Her ex man a clown, tell that nigga join the circus
He don't like my music, well I hope that nigga heard this
What's on my left wrist, broke boy you can't afford this
Cut to your city, kill the scene, I'm a terrorist
Running through hoes, you would think my name Barry
Sanders, girl turn off everything that got a camera
I'm tryna stay ghost like a Phantom
Not tryna get exposed, how I do hoes up the road after shows
Drop your clothes, let me see your ass go beastmode
Can't sleep here, when you go, lock the door
Keep it on the low, next time you'll get some more
Next time you'll get some more
Keep it on the low, next time you'll get some more
Ayy ayy, wait, I got more to say
I'm not your kid, I ain't tryna play
Paper chasing, fast money, andalé
Got it off the muscle, I was hustling every day
Ayy ayy, wait, I got more to say
I'm not your kid, I ain't tryna play
Paper chasing, fast money, andalé
Got it off the muscle, I was hustling every day

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