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Lil Tjay

Nuf Said

 

Nuf Said

(album: Destined 2 Win - 2021)


'Member 2007 way before the misconception?
Back when ain't nobody thought of me no different from the rest of 'em
All the kids who used to this, yeah, this shit how it is
Shawties dying, mammas crying, this shit ain't no way to live
I used to come up off that pack, I'm talking zati to the mids
And nowadays this shit ridiculous, they thirsty for a bit
Tell 'em free my main hitters, all the street shit gang rigged
Rats coming home, 'cause they said what other niggas did
Broski on the phone, he just want another chance to live
But he on his own, so long in the cell, he say "The crib"
I was on my own, thinking 'bout that stupid shit I did
I got knocked for shit that I ain't do, but that's just how it is
Put in pain, we already up, but still we tryna gain
Light a flame, see an opp, we tryna penetrate his brain
You gon' end up just like dummy if you try and take a chain
And if I ever contradict myself then tell me I'm a lame
I'm a real nigga, try me, I be quick to let it show
'Cause my hands work too, but I'll be quick to let it blow
And if you know what I be talking 'bout, it hit you if you know
On Christmas Eve, I bet he wished that missile hit his toe
I be laying low, still on go, Bentley for a show
Still my paper glowing, so I ain't taking any type of dough
This shit off the top, know this ain't a hit, but I'ma flow
Breathe, let it go, that's why my emotions never show
I been going hard, I been missing Pop, still the Smelly block
Solid to my roots, you talk uneasy, then you getting dropped
Said we kinda strange and that's the reason I don't mention
Free my nigga, and I can't say it 'cause it get too hot

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