J. Hudson

(альбом: The Return Of December 17th - 2013)

So I'm just big bag, relaxed
Lemme tall you dawg
Niggas be thinking' this shit sweet out here
They ain't even prepared for this shit
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Them niggas ain't [?] like that
Waiting' for me to [?]
Nuh-uh
I swear to God it don't be like that

They say I'm crazy, right with the crazy [?], probably made me like that
Hood been told me I should rap, I ain't know it paid ya like that
Always had a love for the music, and I like spreading the word
And to the youngin's thinking the game is sweet: that's absurd
Your first day in the streets won't be like first days of school
Getting fresh, tryna be cool, fuck around and get stripped with that tool
Ooh, that ain't a pretty sight to see, nah
Just be yourself my G, it ain't no need to try and be me
God only made one, at times I used to think he played me like that
'Cause the hot dogs and beans, I ain't know my mama made 'em like that
Til' I found out we was broke and struggling to make ends meet
So the only thing for me to do was start hustling, busting of course
Big dawgs told me, "don't trust no one," of course
And nothing, 'cause for hoes niggas be fronting
They'll cross ya out, they playing the game dirty
James find out that it wasn't Worthy taking that booger
Real shit, I wish I could've put you in a better place
Laced up where you're good, homie
You'd be court side today, Air J's on the wood, homie

J. Hudson, what happening' nigga
Straight up, James, straight up
Yeah nigga
Yeah