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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jean Hally Seme
Jean Hally Seme
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emdee Wright
Emdee Wright
Songwriter
Jayjay LeChopz
Jayjay LeChopz
Songwriter
Jean-Bernard Brutus
Jean-Bernard Brutus
Songwriter
Jean Hally Seme
Jean Hally Seme
Songwriter
Marc-David Amisial
Marc-David Amisial
Songwriter

Lyrics

A nigga doin good got em wishin bad on me Took so many fouls they see me up now they hatin The more money you got the more problems you'll see Paper done changed people but it neva changed me I ain't even made it yet done lost sum niggas 'round me You think that they gon ride they nowhere when shits get real Niggas nowadays actin like real bitches They tell so many lies man why they so feminine Niggas in my city What? Trynna put end to me Bunch of dummies acting all silly Saying stupid shit like fuck Emdee More money, more problems Hate me for my money Hate me for my money I'm so fed up with these niggas they so fake tho Pillow talking to these bitches they two face tho You think that they gon ride, until shit is getting real Nowhere to be found like accepting a deal More money more problems Yeah Gotta use some knowledge Hate turn into violence, let's take a moment of silence Break it down like science, y'all be needing some guidance The perks of a new challenge, striving for some balance Ay, trynna dap me up like everything is fine Talking behind my back, this shit is outta line And I be on my grind dawg working over time Be careful who you trust they be telling lot of lies A nigga doin good got em wishin bad on me Took so many fouls they see me up now they hatin The more money you got the more problems you'll see Paper done changed people but it neva changed me I aint even made it yet done lost sum niggas 'round me You think that they gon ride they nowhere when shits get real Niggas nowadays actin like real bitches They tell so many lies man why they so feminine In my own lane doing me Niggas think they compete I stay up on my feet Got my head up I got me If u ain't with me you on my way I just wanna get paid Fuck the fame I want the money Pour me up sum drink I'm gon drink Late night I can't sleep Devil tryna get me 5 am and I'm up Thinkin bout a lotta stuffs I don't bite my tongue ima speak up Got sum to say now wussup? Fake people get under my skin Some shits I'll neva forget Tryna keep my soul clean Every day I pray Devil tryna play me God by my side so I don't care Feel like sippin this lean Nigga I'm so damaged I be takin these meds Crashed the car could've been dead I just wanna thank God that I'm still alive I'm so blessed nigga I just turned 25 Ya know where I'm from nigga that's more life Sum niggas wishing they could still be alive I just wanna thank God yo Me and chopz, we just killing flows We repping for the city Montreal we litty Fake niggas, they be fronting like bitches They lying to your face, acting all suspicious Momma told to me to always keep it real Crazy how they show their real colours like Pleasantville A nigga doin good got em wishin bad on me Took so many fouls they see me up now they hatin The more money you got the more problems you'll see Paper done changed people but it neva changed me I ain't even made it yet done lost sum niggas 'round me You think that they gon ride they nowhere when shits get real Niggas nowadays actin like real bitches They tell so many lies man why they so feminine
Writer(s): Jean-bernard Brutus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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