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letra de the city - jamal j.

jamal j.:

who you tryna be?
what you tryna do?
my n-ggas from the city
they doing the time too
committing more crimes
your life ain’t on the line fool

hard to explain this rope a dope
weighing my thoughts like its coke
i seen the numbers on the scale
on my mother i’m moving this dope
i told that b-tch give me the blow
she say hold up and tie her ponytail behind her dome
i said i want the white
i ain’t trying to get the throat
these b-tches from the city
always on green always on go
always wanna be seen
never heard of solo
b-tch i’m always on my dolo
in the city of gogo
on the road swerving potholes
know i pop hoes
off the top like the mecca
shoot your kufi off
i ain’t the one to be messed with
knock ’em out of my checklist
and i’m sn-tching your necklace n-gga
who you tryna be?
what you tryna do?
my n-ggas from the city
they doing the time too
committing more crimes
your life ain’t on the line fool

noochie:

i used to trip off little sh-t but now i see the bigger picture
i still don’t give a f-ck about these b-tches or these n-ggas or these crackers or these villains
just these babies and these children
i’m plotting on a billion
lord willing i be winning
gotta stop tricking on all these women huh?
gotta lock in just to go the distance
better get up get out and get something
cause ain’t n0body gonna give you nothing
they bluffing they welling
capping if you will
they can storm the capitol but kaepernick can’t kneel
and they can bring a strap or two
i reach i’m getting k!lled
and i ain’t preaching either this a n-gga life for real
life for real it’s a dirty game
for that grimy sh-t that we commit
we hall of fame
treacherous for your necklace
you done lost your chain
could’ve lost your brain
don’t be a fool
don’t get k!lled trying to be cool
od on pills in high school
bullet holes and bl–dy shoes
red bottoms
feds got ’em
handcuffed then head shot ’em on the news
daily views for the kids
no cartoons
only cops and roadblocks
forgive us lord
we know not a godd-mn thing
don’t give a f-ck who in the office
they is not my king
and my office reading offers from the bosses of the corporates
weighing out the pros and cons of the fame they bring
like do i need ’em
only speaking cause when my name ring
i’m amazing
they lucky that i can’t sing
jamal j.:

i switched the gear check the rear put my feet on this petal
i light this tree in the meadows
but no this sh-t ain’t peaches when it’s n-ggas having to clutch on the metal
as i grow older i look more over my shoulder
so don’t question why this heater on me when you feel it getting colder
i already told you
n-ggas get around from potomac to saratoga
meeting the wrong mother f-ckers trigger paranoia
backdoors is left open like a token to blow my dome off like its soda opening pop
these n-ggas swear they influenced by pac
and never been shot
let alone being tossed by cops

all black in my timberland boots
but too old to be stumbling over some of these roots
i stomped on n-ggas
you ain’t ever had to
you ain’t never had blood on your shoe
i put this piece up
know that my finger been itching to pull
murdaland native
i’m coming for loot
came from the bottom
i got plenty to prove
stay with a glock
loaded clips i got plenty to shoot
i been moving i been doing what they ain’t ready to do
i’m on fire

- jamal j

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