Say I ain't been rappin, f*ck that shit, I been in the trap tryna get that shit off
And I ain't gon' get on here talk like I'm rich, it really be days when my pockets stay ouch
I got the drop on a nigga I owe, I'ma make sure his ass see what I'm bout
I ask God why my heart had to be big, cause if my shit wasn't, niggas would be in the ground
Say I like lots of cash, in love with livin' fast
And shorty trynna jump tuff like he gangsta
Put 30 shots right on his glasses, I'm in the party, adrenaline rushin
I gotta sit down, I'm buzzin, say everybody around me need to be clutchin
If you ain't got a gun, you nothin' to me
Say all of these goofies be funny to me
Who that in that cut? Oh, that's JP, might swing my door, tryna make somethin' ring
Gotta be out there at night, tryna get to the green
Hit my phone any time of the day, I'm the lil' nigga, got whatever you need
And I swear these niggas gotta hear what I say, this summer ain't near, nigga, f*ckin' with me
Only in my pain did I find my will
Only in my chaos did I learn to be still
Only in my fear did I find my might
Only in my darkness did I see my light
Truth be spoken, I've been chosen
R.I.P. to the troopers, they still patrollin
You hear the way this shit sound, we goin' golden
And if you still owe me money, that, debt ain't goin
Come beat my ass, bitch, I'm a grown man
I'm gon' die by my respect, I might not throw hands
I hit up bro and he gon' blow, protect your soul then
I'm gettin' to the bread, put it in the safe
I'm the breadwinner, better keep me safe
We came out the basement, locked in everyday
We gon' be great, everyday I pray
Lord, help me, Lord, help me
Say I ain't been rappin, f*ck that shit, I been in the trap tryna get that shit off
And I ain't gon' get on here talk like I'm rich, it really be days when my pockets stay ouch
I got the drop on a nigga I owe, I'ma make sure his ass see what I'm bout
I ask God why my heart had to be big, cause if my shit wasn't, niggas would be in the ground
Say I like lots of cash, in love with livin' fast
And shorty trynna jump tuff like he gangsta
Put 30 shots right on his glasses, I'm in the party, adrenaline rushin
I gotta sit down, I'm buzzin, say everybody around me need to be clutchin
If you ain't got a gun, you nothin' to me,
JE$$É - NUN TO ME (feat. Back3ndJP) Lyrics
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Say I ain't been rappin, f*ck that shit, I been in the trap tryna get that shit off
And I ain't gon' get on here talk like I'm rich, it really be days when my pockets stay ouch
I got the drop on a nigga I owe, I'ma make sure his ass see what I'm bout
I ask God why my heart had to be big, cause if my shit wasn't, niggas would be in the ground
Say I like lots of cash, in love with livin' fast
And shorty trynna jump tuff like he gangsta
Put 30 shots right on his glasses, I'm in the party, adrenaline rushin
I gotta sit down, I'm buzzin, say everybody around me need to be clutchin
If you ain't got a gun, you nothin' to me
Say all of these goofies be funny to me
Who that in that cut? Oh, that's JP, might swing my door, tryna make somethin' ring
Gotta be out there at night, tryna get to the green
Hit my phone any time of the day, I'm the lil' nigga, got whatever you need
And I swear these niggas gotta hear what I say, this summer ain't near, nigga, f*ckin' with me
Only in my pain did I find my will
Only in my chaos did I learn to be still
Only in my fear did I find my might
Only in my darkness did I see my light
Truth be spoken, I've been chosen
R.I.P. to the troopers, they still patrollin
You hear the way this shit sound, we goin' golden
And if you still owe me money, that, debt ain't goin
Come beat my ass, bitch, I'm a grown man
I'm gon' die by my respect, I might not throw hands
I hit up bro and he gon' blow, protect your soul then
I'm gettin' to the bread, put it in the safe
I'm the breadwinner, better keep me safe
We came out the basement, locked in everyday
We gon' be great, everyday I pray
Lord, help me, Lord, help me
Say I ain't been rappin, f*ck that shit, I been in the trap tryna get that shit off
And I ain't gon' get on here talk like I'm rich, it really be days when my pockets stay ouch
I got the drop on a nigga I owe, I'ma make sure his ass see what I'm bout
I ask God why my heart had to be big, cause if my shit wasn't, niggas would be in the ground
Say I like lots of cash, in love with livin' fast
And shorty trynna jump tuff like he gangsta
Put 30 shots right on his glasses, I'm in the party, adrenaline rushin
I gotta sit down, I'm buzzin, say everybody around me need to be clutchin
If you ain't got a gun, you nothin' to me,
And I ain't gon' get on here talk like I'm rich, it really be days when my pockets stay ouch
I got the drop on a nigga I owe, I'ma make sure his ass see what I'm bout
I ask God why my heart had to be big, cause if my shit wasn't, niggas would be in the ground
Say I like lots of cash, in love with livin' fast
And shorty trynna jump tuff like he gangsta
Put 30 shots right on his glasses, I'm in the party, adrenaline rushin
I gotta sit down, I'm buzzin, say everybody around me need to be clutchin
If you ain't got a gun, you nothin' to me
Say all of these goofies be funny to me
Who that in that cut? Oh, that's JP, might swing my door, tryna make somethin' ring
Gotta be out there at night, tryna get to the green
Hit my phone any time of the day, I'm the lil' nigga, got whatever you need
And I swear these niggas gotta hear what I say, this summer ain't near, nigga, f*ckin' with me
Only in my pain did I find my will
Only in my chaos did I learn to be still
Only in my fear did I find my might
Only in my darkness did I see my light
Truth be spoken, I've been chosen
R.I.P. to the troopers, they still patrollin
You hear the way this shit sound, we goin' golden
And if you still owe me money, that, debt ain't goin
Come beat my ass, bitch, I'm a grown man
I'm gon' die by my respect, I might not throw hands
I hit up bro and he gon' blow, protect your soul then
I'm gettin' to the bread, put it in the safe
I'm the breadwinner, better keep me safe
We came out the basement, locked in everyday
We gon' be great, everyday I pray
Lord, help me, Lord, help me
Say I ain't been rappin, f*ck that shit, I been in the trap tryna get that shit off
And I ain't gon' get on here talk like I'm rich, it really be days when my pockets stay ouch
I got the drop on a nigga I owe, I'ma make sure his ass see what I'm bout
I ask God why my heart had to be big, cause if my shit wasn't, niggas would be in the ground
Say I like lots of cash, in love with livin' fast
And shorty trynna jump tuff like he gangsta
Put 30 shots right on his glasses, I'm in the party, adrenaline rushin
I gotta sit down, I'm buzzin, say everybody around me need to be clutchin
If you ain't got a gun, you nothin' to me,
Writer: Nijee Harris, Jaden Price
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid