Lyrics

Yeah What time it is? Like, like 12, 12, one (JayBoskie) Just touched down in Minnesota But ain't none small about this pop (let's go) When I thought it was gon' be over I told my mama that I won't stop (I told her) Had some problems at the bottom And now I'm solving 'em up top (up top) Made a lot of my partners change Instead of watching them on Cops (let's get it) I came a long way from trying to rob the candy lady Sorry, Ms. Jackie (I'm sorry) We was working hard for them snacks Every time I got with my dogs, it was shaggy (it was) Now, I'm finally getting no sleep Without tryna find a plug for them Addies (finally) I ain't wanna keep dodging bullets Tryna put a hole in one with no caddy (I did) Four years is what they gave Lil Polo, sadly (four) I don't know why he robbed them folks But he taking it like a soldier if you ask me (I 'on't know) Only reason he still sitting in there Is 'cause they sang on him like Raz B (that's why) But it's crazy how he kept it too solid While the church folks backstabbed him (let's go) They'll judge you just for walking on the grass too fast, kinda like Stanley Why they don't wanna see all the gangsters come and get saved? 'Cause they too manly? (Why?) Why you sitting there looking like a deer stuck in them headlights? What you, Bambi? (What?) That's why I keep the armor of God around me When I'm in the water like Sandy I come from the swamp, so sometimes, I act like an ogre And I guarantee when the sun go down, she gon' change like Fiona Had to learn to hide my pain, been wearing masks before the 'Rona Tryna hop up in that water, you gon' find out that you Jonah I come in beating on my chest, I thought I told ya, I'm a soldier I thought the drugs would numb the pain, but it just made me colder I guess my body temperature the same as all they shoulders I thought I knew it all when I was young, but I got older Gotta know your name, your background, and your story before we meet If I don't know where your momma stay, can't let you know where I sleep When my gut told me, "Don't trust ol' girl," I should've took heed She friendly with too many dudes and that ain't what I need Was a trench baby, now I got trust fund money for my lil' seed My grandma died last year, but I still hear her voice in my sleep When I signed my deal, I bought three cars and gave them to my partners Kept riding around in my hoopty, man, I love being modest Man, I love being godly (yeah), I'm a rebel, plus I'm rowdy In my section, they be catching shmurda charges like a hobby And I been going through hella storms, but handle them like Kyrie Irving, 'cause I'm swerving, passed them even when they foul me We the big three, Phew and Aha, they beside me All my circles linked together, kinda an Audi Only way that I survived the trenches, God allowed me That's why I say His name on every song and do it proudly (Hm, mm-mm-mm, mm, mm-mm) Uh, and it's just me and all my bruddas Me and all my bruddas Me and all my bruddas, same Father, different mothers I got love for all my bruddas Through the mud, Harriet Tubman We the same when we in public We ain't changing for no money, them my bruddas Solid as they come, yeah, them my bruddas All I know is hustle through the struggle with my bruddas Keep that thang on shuffle, 'cause you never know what's coming Even when my life was bummy, they didn't judge me, them my bruddas My bruddas, my bruddas, my bruddas (ooh-ooh-ooh) My bruddas, my bruddas (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) My bruddas, uh (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Them my bruddas, them my bruddas Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Writer(s): David Augustine, William Fields, Isaac Gordon, Javon Hart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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