lirik lagu jay jones – 10:10 am
[verse 1: jay jones]
sh-t, i never wanted handouts
i say i’ma take the man rout
stand in gram’s house, gotta get the fam out
i tried to get away, but the streets got me
i’m in the trenches, i could be on the beach probably but lord knows
ready for smoke, grab the black bag, he ain’t doing that bad
they say i never seen a rap cheque, f-ck history
i never failed the math test
bullets can’t even hit a g, i get you can say i’m that blessed
[?] n-gga like the projects
so go and let it digest
stood around for weed, then graduated to pyrex
rolled up in a leaf, that’s my relief along with high tech
got n-ggas on the street, i’m wondering how they ain’t die yet
sh-t, ’cause sh-t ain’t the same, n-gga
so watch where you hang, n-gga
gon’ get your -ss in trouble, you thought life was a game, n-gga
i did this off the muscle, me and you not the same, n-gga
same hittas, tryna fit a cap through a droptop
brain missing, southbeach, got a cubin b-tch from jamain, n-gga
plug thought i just might flood the streets with the cane, n-gga
not hot, but you know the sun shine after rain, n-gga
we don’t trust police, eventually they gon change, n-gga
pain, i like to talk about it
i get the bank, they like to push it, and they coffin bout it
go [?], bombs starting wars about it
murder your moms, over the lines, cross them out, [?]
live by the gun, die by the gun
i get so high, high to the sun
i tell my girl we need to have a son
ain’t giving up till the battle is done
don’t give a f-ck because i feel like i won
jones!
[verse 2: curren$y]
hand small, so the wrist big
i went through a sh-t storm but i’m still here
i just slipped through the door before that b-tch close
and got a chance to see 4, [?]
blew it off the hinge, let my homies in
n-ggas ain’t sl!ck, we’ll talk about how to fix you this morning
that cake bake n-gga, just wait
i’m on skates, plates on my chevrolet
knowing pilots everyday
n-ggas dieing everyday
this new orlands, what’s new?
be cool for the n[?]
rap happhooks
behind p-sses
no looks
we all on the scope, but we all stars
chuck taylors, racing lamborginis beside the players
off season, [?] chiefing
eastside to your side, it ain’t easy
[outro: curren$y]
jay jones with the setup
jay jones in this motherf-cker with 50 bars
young money jet life, n-gga
eastside to holligrove
bout to go to the eastside
be sure you got g-ss money
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