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lirik lagu jay wavyy - pt.2

[intro: jay wavyy]
uh
here’s just another one of those tracks

[verse: jay wavyy]
sometimes it feel like me and ye in the same shoes
cuz when i speak my mind they gon’ start calling me crazy too
i’m off the rails, they couldn’t talk, a client ’til you in the cell
they call it the ghetto but that’s another name for h~ll
where the kids grow up to beat things and fees
oh they give us false hopes of rapping and hoop dreams
i mean that’s cool and all just tryna get the kids to stay clean
but what’s the point if you ain’t givin’ mе a chance on the team
don’t want to go to thеrapy so we just smoke up on the weed
foes dying on the daily, don’t give you a chance to breathe
feds always lurking, don’t even give you a chance to breathe
cuz n~ggas stuck inside the trap
there’s definitely crack inside they sleeve
well think about the trappers, if it got you then you can’t leave
and nothing changes cuz the government corrupted with greed
see they be quick to bail out all these big companies
but can’t say it to the single mom with two kids to feed
a lot of folks can tell the difference between wants and needs
hey look talking for some p~ssy that’s my biggest pet peeve
i can see sh~t from all angles like it’s tellin’ me
watch who you net up, cuz yo’ baby ma’ could be an enemy
she keeping you away from yo’ prodigy out of jealousy
well i guess s~x ain’t the best, make sure with hennessy
i played them like patrick but i knew that i was a star
life really a game of limbo all these n~ggas subpar
cuz they can’t even perform the moment that you raise the bar
got caught by the raiders and the cops look like they’re caught
they tryna hit you with the book, and leave a permanent scar
look at us like animals but that ain’t really who we are
we just tryna chase our dreams but they be ain’t gettin’ that far
luke was born in the muddy but us n~ggas was less fortunate
cuz they be tryna hang us from a tree like christmas ornaments
n~ggas tryna up the score on each other like a tournament
gun violence to more kids lives than an orphanage
tryna find the meaning of life cuz i know it’s way more than this
i’m so off the grid that you can’t even find my coordinates
no i can’t let the beat breathe, i’m leaving the hook out
heavy handed like aunties fixing plates at a cookout
kids in the us can’t be kids, they taking the joy out
touch the boys in the woods, and call it the boy scouts
the label want for you to die, they make a k!llin’ off ya death
they rock some fake ass statement, read bout what it ain’t real
fightin’ to survive in the hood, it takes some worries
you put a timer on your life, well you sign that life is short
i don’t open up quick, cuz i know they really never care
about a n~gga mental health, they’ll just tell me to grow a pair
i might disappear just like the father, that was never there
cuz where i’m from the happy family concept is somethin’ rare
raised single parent home, ma did the best she could
but who gon’ teach me how to be a man, we stuck inside the hood
rip my uncle ross, because, he the one that would
put me on game about life and females that’s no good
so light the w until you know i’m movin’ silently
cuz if you look the wrong way~a, someone could end up violently
see a picture of me in the booth i know they thinkin’ finally
cuz i never post my moves, rather keep my sh~t in privacy
jewelry became the new slavery with our help
they used to chain us for free, now we buying the chains ourselves
but now i’m sounding like a hypocrite, cuz i want one myself
cuz that’s the closest we gon’ ever get to trophies on the shelf
meanwhile everyone tryna compete for who’s the flyest
instagram now paintin’ pictures, generation not the brightest
they support who popular, and i tell ’em this sh~t so biased
underdog for the b on top and don’t affect me in the slightest
number after seven, i’m always goin’ the extra mile
certain the feds happy, disconnected with my inner child
had the pressure since a kid, but i was living in denial
see i had to hide a lot of pain behind this f~ckin’ smile
give ya some time, ima become ya favorite rapper (favorite rapper)
you hang from outside of the club, i can’t even hear the chatter
ain’t never stressing about girls, in the past i been had her
she was giving crazy head, i called her the mad hatter
i knock sh~t out the park, they be scared when i’m the matter
got the confidence of yeezy, and the moves like mick jagger
talk my sh~t just like dababy, a$ap rocky with the swagger
ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin’ on popcorn at that matter
if you tell me that my music suck, ima feel flattered
i’m the f~ckin’ underdog, that’s slowly climbing up the ladder
parties basically anthills, with shots ring, they scatter
bullets a different type of art, cuz they leave your blood splattered
[outro: kanye west]
ask for it, i did it, that assh0l~ done did it
talked it then he lived it, spit it then he sh~t it
i don’t need writers, i might bounce ideas
but only i could come up with some sh~t like this
i done played the underdog my whole career
i’ve been a very good sport, haven’t i, this year?
they say, “he going crazy and we seen this before”
but i’m doing pretty good as far as g~niuses go

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