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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Jackson
Joseph Jackson
Songwriter
Prod. TrgBabyReece
Prod. TrgBabyReece
Songwriter

歌詞

Super Goob ****
30 gang shii
Free CBandz
Free Keesie ****
Free La Quan
Just Listen to What I say in this bihh though
Type Shii
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I ain no average **** they call me lil Jody Breeze
I got that name cause I been flipping bowls and selling green
I graduated with 5k nd some of that was weed
I had to slow down onna brown and I stop sippin lean
I had to slow down onna ak det shii was killing me inside
I was lonely inna EMS but det ain make me cry
I start poppin perkys I was feeling numb when I got high
Keep on stacking benjis only thing can stop you if you die
(Goob)
Its only stopping if you dead
Keep on stacking bands the path you wanted coming up ahead
How you want some money but not moving boy you broke nd scared
I know some **** trap out houses half of them boys be da feds
How you really servin loads nd you ain throw em inna shed
I remember hoes in school was dusty they was wearing keds
Bro on ig flexing hoes det we done hit that ain no flex
Now I'm missing all da hoes I hit while stacking up my bread
I'm just really living trynna boss my life I'm onna grind
Yo I gotta quote to win you gotta read between the lines
I like nasty bitches ones dets big ol freaks but not on live
These **** cap flippers how ya pokkets touching but you fried
These **** rat snitches how you tell it all but not 1 lie
We gon keep on stacking chicken all my 30s think alike
When lil kreep got shot he ain go to court or testify
All these **** be some hoes so we killing **** pride
I ain no average **** they kall me lil Jody Breeze
I got det name cause I been flipping bowls and selling green
I graduated w 5k nd some of det was weed
I had to slow down onna brown and I stop sippin lean
Det brown had fucked me up I was feeling pain up in my lungs
Ya ever woke to 3 power plays start filling bags w Bubb
You eva ran into some beef an they ain try to up no guns
They know my Bruddas keep them sticks Chae he love them 50 drums
I had 5k w a Ruger pockets heavy like Big Pun
I'm a Florida **** da type to dog a bitch out when im drunk
She gon take some notes nd treat ha next **** like a punk
Why she calling me? another **** touch it then you done
I been feeling pain so I don't think I really give a damn
All my Bruddas eating we just want CBandz up out det can
Me and Ronnie turning up they let my Brudda out da gram
I remember getting active with my feet kicked in the sand
I was going crazy till I left PC I was that man
I was trappin rappin getting hot until shii hit the fan
Now im all up in the North im high as fuck im trynna land
Since I was a youngen momma told me stick close to my plan
I learned all alone when momma went to work I burnt my hand
These boys be throwing shots they cant even show they bitch a grand
These **** hate me to my guts they hoes love me like Lil Bamm
This shii wont eva stop I like my money dirty like im Dan
Written by: Joseph Jackson, Prod. TrgBabyReece
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