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Jackboy

Make Me Lose It

 

Make Me Lose It

(album: Living In History - 2020)


(Pipe that shit up TnT)
(Mmm, Trill got the juice, nigga)

These niggas keep playing, they boutta make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thugging in they music
Swear that my life is fucked up with nothing but sin
And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't living how we living
In real life I'm winning, so fuck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if it ain't help make these millions

You can keep your two cents, bitch, you ain't help me make a dime
Can't work no nine to five, in my eyes that's wasting time
I done got it off the muscle, hands-on with my gun
I done got it out the mud but they still hating how I shine
Wake up in the trenches, can't leave the house without my nine
Woke up in the trenches, that boy life still on the line
Gotta keep a gun, don't wanna see his mama crying
If it's a shootout I'm not gonna be the one that's dying
Shots go off, shots firing
Can't find the opps, they love hiding
Step in my scope, I love sniping
I ain't got time for no fighting
Ho, I won't go toe to toe, pop you like I'm Tory Lanez
Give no fucks, I'ma let it bang [?]
Let 'em hear my Glock sing
Sharpshooter, don't need no range
All my niggas [?] tryna bust his brain
My shooter don't take pictures, he don't want no fame
Used to run in the streets now I'm running the thing
A brand-new coupe now it's switching lanes
Got a brand-new bitch drive me insane
She just get the dick, you don't get a ring

These niggas keep playing, they boutta make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thugging in they music
Swear that my life is fucked up with nothing but sin
And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't living how we living
In real life I'm winning, so fuck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if it ain't help make these millions

These niggas keep playing, they boutta make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thugging in they music
Swear that my life is fucked up with nothing but sin
And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't living how we living
In real life I'm winning, so fuck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if it ain't help make these millions

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