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letra de i see it - jay $lim

i see it lyrics
(yeaaa. uhh. uh.)
(it’s $lim baby!!)

(verse)
posted on the block
smoking gas. got that taurus on me
i know they gunning for me
f-ck them n-ggas
imma just continue getting money
i’m posted round in front in da trap if you looking for me
sh-t, i remember i was broke and i ain’t have nothing
yea, i’m black n-gga
i’m just tryna have some
stumbling through the money
then i rubberband up
you ain’t real. you ain’t put ya mans on
i was on the block, late night, on my on
and i was sleeping floor to floor
tryna water the money
anything to make it grow
sold my first double up in da 4
and got addicted to the trap n-gga
and now i’m the trap n-gga
and i influence trap n-ggas
bunch of haters out there
they wanna see me on my back n-gga
took a couple losses
now i’m back n-gga
feeling just like jordan when he came back with 45
get a 28 and whip that b-tch to 45
lo right beside me
and he gripping on that 45
i’m tryna calm him down before he go catch 45
he say $lim imma up this b-tch rather you right or wrong
and pray to god we make it home
now that’s loyalty
huggin that money
that’s the only thing that’s important to me
get yo b-tch. i see her watchin
getting closer to me
ain’t no trophies in these streets
but i’m da mvp
the way i got it out the mud
i know they envy me
yea, they jealous. i see it
put the dope in the pot
then i beat it
og told me it’s all in yo wrist (so)
i been in kitchen ever since (yeah)
tryna make a dolla off of 15 cents (yeah)
stack it all up 36 zips (that’s ah)
whole brick raw. that cocaine
tryna get a whole chicken. no lo mein
take to the kitchen, put it all together
then we break down pieces
and sell all out da door frame
who dat knockin at the door?
prolly yo mama nem
no relation, but that auntie there (yeah yeah)
i’m in the kitchen with that pyrex
how many grams you think it’ll take for me to go cop this rolex?
them n-ggas hating on me bad and i know it
but you know what they say
“if you ain’t got haters
you ain’t poppin n-gga”
don’t you walk inside my trap if you ain’t shoppin n-gga
paranoid. i might pop a n-gga
i’m in the trap
smoking zaza. i got the heater on me
in case the n-ggas creep up on me
tryna do me like i’m tony dawg
man, i ain’t going. i know not at all
i got people in the world and they depend on me
i had homies change on me, turned to enemies
yeah, they jealous. i see it
put the dope in the pot, then i beat it

(it’s $lim baby!! yeah! )
(yeah yeah yeah)

rest in peace jay $lim

- jay lim

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