I Am J.T.J. - Concrete (feat. Breana Marin) Lyrics

Getting to that bag and I'm always bout that paper
And your biggest hater never a stranger

If I signed a record deal I would sell my soul
To someone that is cold never could be told

I don't have to post threats on the f*ckin internet
Living in a white neighborhood nigga I'm a threat

Sitting at ashamed when niggas get a deal
At your breaking point when you see mass appeal

I have a dream team our goal is to win
Not a perfect Christian lord forgive me for my sin

Picturing my heart when I'm fighting through the pain
This generation sucks they think that it's a game

I don't feel the same look how far that I've came
When I'm in my feelings I'm staring at the rain

Shoutout to my mom and shoutout to my dad
Who supports me every time every single chance they had