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JPay
743
Hip-Hop/Rap
JPay was released on November 17, 2021 by Alamo as a part of the album Problem Child 3
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Release DateNovember 17, 2021
LabelAlamo
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dee Watkins
Dee Watkins
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Detrone Watkins
Detrone Watkins
Composer
Benjamin Ibrahimovic
Benjamin Ibrahimovic
Composer
William Harper
William Harper
Composer
Eelis Oikarinen
Eelis Oikarinen
Composer
Mo Mingus Willems
Mo Mingus Willems
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoBenji
YoBenji
Producer
William Harper
William Harper
Mixing Engineer
ELE
ELE
Producer
Mingus
Mingus
Producer

Lyrics

Pull up Mingus, we gon' slide
(Yo Benji, yo Benji, yo Benji)
I just talked to my cousin on the JPay
Sent him some money and pictures
I know that made his day
I gotta make sure that your momma and son straight
Imma try to do the best I can to take the pain away
And fuck the judge, they don't love us
Can't walk a mile in our shoes, how can you judge us
Poverty child, man I swear my life was fucked up
But now I'm up, I just thank the man above us
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Hard times, that's what made us, oh
All I know is stay down and stay prayed up
And you can lock us all up but you can't break us
Long as I'm happy, I don't care about being famous
Tell 'em free Cap
Can't wait till' he back, it's deeper than rap
Thеy want us stuck in that trap, I got some racks in my jeans
I got that Glock in my lap, I wear my hеart on my sleeve
I put that pain in my raps (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Long live Nique, I love that **** like my own child
I got some **** that's been gone for a long time
I can't do shit but put my **** in my songs now
Can't live that same life when was kids, **** we grown now
Lately, I've been reaching my goals
**** thought he was a killer, up that stick and he froze
I can't call you my brother if we ain't share the same clothes
Nah for real, that how it is, that's how deep that shit go (****, ay)
Free my **** sleeping in them cell blocks
Tell the judge I got some **** I need to bail out
How I make it through that struggle 'cause I pray a lot
Like UFC, I got that game in a headlock, eh
I had to cut some **** off, they was holding me back
They don't know shit about my life
They just know that he rap
You still hanging out with that ****
You know he is a rat
Be smarter than that
I just talked to my cousin on the JPay
Sent him some money and pictures
I know that made his day
I gotta make sure that your momma and son straight
Imma try to do the best I can to take the pain away
And fuck the judge, they don't love us
Can't walk a mile in our shoes, how can you judge us
Poverty child, man I swear my life was fucked up
But now I'm up, I just thank the man above us
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Written by: Benjamin Ibrahimovic, Detrone Watkins, Eelis Oikarinen, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Mo Mingus Willems, William Harper
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