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letra de errol spence - j1hunnit

[intro]
(keep that sh-t low-key, tae)
(bolt made this)

[verse]
this sh-t closer than you know, but it seem hard to reach
the sermons gettin’ shorter, the rev say he lost his love to preach
the youth influenced by the streets, the kids hard to teach
the bread and wine tainted in the game, now i’m ashamed to eat
i skipped ties and passed down the bowl when sh-t came to me
communion one-sided, i share mines, they never sharе with me
mama goin’ through divorce with pops, she put his clothеs in bleach
terry wanted to leave that sh-t alone, but i’m the same as meech
these hoes’ll suck a boss n-gga dry, you gotta burn the leash
drunk two lines and put the rest into a nehi peach
i’m in here with the oven on high, tryna perfect the keish
the dope look like b-ttermilk pies comin’ off the sheet
young sent a blindsided blitz, the defense was breached
his tongue got him gift-wrapped and slid under a christmas tree
unc’ say he want them one meds, they cost fifty each
i told him bag back like lil’ o and give me fifty feet
tell them n-ggas stop d-ckridin’ and suffocatin’ the meat
i know you still searchin’ for your purpose, i hope you find a niche
a b-tch ain’t never did sh-t for me but tell lies and cheat
and i ain’t forgot sh-t a b-tch did, i keep all receipts
add a n-gga to my fist list, i got an ass to beat
on sight, it’s up there with me, i wanna catch the street
auntie’d hide a fugitive and help me duck the heat
shut the bullsh-t down quick and tell ’em fetch a seat
i know them n-ggas actin’ like they do, but they don’t f-ck with me
everything i got was from the hustle, it wasn’t luck with me
i wouldn’t trade places with you n-ggas, your life sucks to me
i know they say money don’t buy happiness, but i disagree
when the time dwindle down on your goals, it get intense
my back against the ropes, but i’m still fightin’, errol spence
it look like a pound, but it’s not, the weed dense
i never follow other n-ggas’ lead, i got sense
they never said thank you when n-ggas balled at my expense
i used to get agitated, now i chill through the suspense
i usually hold sh-t back, but sometimes you gotta vent
[outro]
find somethin’ to confide in
gotta release that sh-t somehow, some way
for me, it’s the hustle
1hunnit

- j1hunnit

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