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Jay Critch

Letter To My Niggas

 

Letter To My Niggas

(álbum: Signed With Love - 2020)


Jay Critch
Hood Fave

Remember when my pockets was popped, but if that money ain't coming, I'ma take it
Felt like I was stuck on the block, I've got some people still in a situation
But we still on the way to the top, put the whole gang on a jet for a vacation
And my brody just came home from up top he says he feels like he going through the matrix

Men life get dangerous
Got to stay alert, men these bullets is nameless
Bad lil' vibe, she just wanna be my main chick
Ask my guys, I ain't never do no changing
Yeah, never tuck a chain when the chains swing
Dead broke on the block had to change things
She gon' blow me like a whistle 'cause my name ring, hey
I'm in Valentino not no Bathing Ape, hey
Felt like I was stuck but then I made up way
This stuff in my cup gon' make me fade up way
Well connected like Wi-Fi
We don't made some place on the block, no, highlights
Shooter turn your fucking tee shirt tie-dye
She don't want no scrub nigga on the sideline
Rest in peace my brothers, ain't no niggas like mine
I ain't tryna be the wrong place at the right time
R.I.P D Block 30s mask up
Rest in peace Karon, we was supposed-to run the cash up
R.I.P Feezy, pouring Henny for my past ones
Rest in peace to Ron, we still balling like you supposed
R.I.P Jusglo now we gotta go to
Gotta go we ain't money like we supposed to
Gotta go, go ahead and stack some money on the side
Came a long way still dodging traps like flies

Remember when my pockets was popped, but if that money ain't coming, I'ma take it
Felt like I was stuck on the block, I've got some people still in a situation
But we still on the way to the top, put the whole gang on a jet for a vacation
And my broly just came home from up top he says he feels like he going through the matrix

We just clocked in till sun come up but
I can't see my niggas struggle no more I just
Do my thing so I wonder why they hate me
Hit the stage make em all go crazy ayy
Big brother matches taught me how to make plays
Used to finesse alot but we changed lanes
We ain't ever claiming no thots we just claim gangs
Rico used to fuck up the pot just to maintain
Penthouse, time square, free Broadway
Sitting reminiscing me and Tango in the hallway
Free my brother im been thinking bout him all day
Couple racks in commissary its the small things
Gets some racks and its scary how they all change
I was broke and I was fiending for Balmains
Shit changes once I got up in the ball game
And my wrist rain cuz that money coming all ways
Niggas fouled and we pulling up from long range
Ride me down shawty licking up on this Balmain
Couple thou and these bitches all on me
Its just a fling I will be right by the morning

feito

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