Aye
Aye
Blessings thinking bout these blessings
Lessons keep a nigga stressing
Cases they wanted confessions
But that ain't me I'll do a bid before I tell it
When I check I just hope I make it to Heaven
But I been reckless homicide and possession
I know I'm young but I been thinking bout my exit
Cuz what I've done karma ain't lookin' too precious
Ain't lookin' sexy
Look more like a death wish
So unprotected
Hand on this motor weapon
You see that judge, and that jury, that detective
Talking numbers like a f*ckin math question
And that PD ain't saying nothing, no objection
And now that plea paper looking like yo best friend
And now you best friend skipping calls voice message
You think he foul, but he struggling on his end
You crack a frown but he ain't got no bread to send
His niggas up but they ain't sharing, they pretend
Ain't got no diapers son pissin' on his skin
Need a life guard for all them tears he drowning in
Damn, it's bout that time again
To cut some niggas off cuz they ain't riding to the end
I put my life on line I could be facing 10
And then my son won't know me
I ain't shit
A f*ckin' dead beat I know a lot of them
All cuz im tryna ball like Tupac above the rim
Tupac above the rim
Yung Tae - JuJu Lyrics
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Aye
Aye
Blessings thinking bout these blessings
Lessons keep a nigga stressing
Cases they wanted confessions
But that ain't me I'll do a bid before I tell it
When I check I just hope I make it to Heaven
But I been reckless homicide and possession
I know I'm young but I been thinking bout my exit
Cuz what I've done karma ain't lookin' too precious
Ain't lookin' sexy
Look more like a death wish
So unprotected
Hand on this motor weapon
You see that judge, and that jury, that detective
Talking numbers like a f*ckin math question
And that PD ain't saying nothing, no objection
And now that plea paper looking like yo best friend
And now you best friend skipping calls voice message
You think he foul, but he struggling on his end
You crack a frown but he ain't got no bread to send
His niggas up but they ain't sharing, they pretend
Ain't got no diapers son pissin' on his skin
Need a life guard for all them tears he drowning in
Damn, it's bout that time again
To cut some niggas off cuz they ain't riding to the end
I put my life on line I could be facing 10
And then my son won't know me
I ain't shit
A f*ckin' dead beat I know a lot of them
All cuz im tryna ball like Tupac above the rim
Tupac above the rim
Aye
Blessings thinking bout these blessings
Lessons keep a nigga stressing
Cases they wanted confessions
But that ain't me I'll do a bid before I tell it
When I check I just hope I make it to Heaven
But I been reckless homicide and possession
I know I'm young but I been thinking bout my exit
Cuz what I've done karma ain't lookin' too precious
Ain't lookin' sexy
Look more like a death wish
So unprotected
Hand on this motor weapon
You see that judge, and that jury, that detective
Talking numbers like a f*ckin math question
And that PD ain't saying nothing, no objection
And now that plea paper looking like yo best friend
And now you best friend skipping calls voice message
You think he foul, but he struggling on his end
You crack a frown but he ain't got no bread to send
His niggas up but they ain't sharing, they pretend
Ain't got no diapers son pissin' on his skin
Need a life guard for all them tears he drowning in
Damn, it's bout that time again
To cut some niggas off cuz they ain't riding to the end
I put my life on line I could be facing 10
And then my son won't know me
I ain't shit
A f*ckin' dead beat I know a lot of them
All cuz im tryna ball like Tupac above the rim
Tupac above the rim
Writer: Jevante Carlock
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