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By:Bj
By:Bj
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Bobby Ramon Jackson II
Bobby Ramon Jackson II
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Lyrics

Hahaha The B stands for Bobby. I would like to welcome you To Dearly Departed I am By:Bj And these are true stories from my life. It's important to me i started to make a difference So much potential going to waste before they seen a Vision. The idea was to overcome To create distance from the negativity irrelevant people be given No longer look for the Support Because it ain't no reason. When you got talent they gone see it my nigga just believe me . Continue to fail to realize nothing in life is easy Got u feeling some type of a way but u gotta exit fee Fees ain't no time for the games definitely no excuses. I ain't trusted niggas since my mommas boyfriends was abusive. Won't apologize for expressing my pain you keep it inside my brother It's gone drive you insane. Still here my dead homies that be calling my name. Still here my dead homies that be calling my name. Still here my dead homies that be calling my name. I prayed to God but I can never forget that pain I had to leap off the couch myself, 10 toes down Never ever give a sucka my wealth, I'm chose now To past ever single going up step, My goals now do everything that they don't expect, don't go round, These haters I just put em in check. They all smile when You got it but then when you don't, it's all frowns. Guess the definition of loyalty is Fake now. These boys is made out of glitter, feathers, and fake rounds. Fake jewelry, that ain't yo gun, rocking yo boy Js wow. Putting on a show and we stay laughing Cause you a clown. A joker hilarious how these peasants really sound. I can tell you ain't putting in work The bars is Mild. Regulations say that when u on the court that a Foul And in this world u know we don't get no time outs. Unless it's in a coffin with yo siblings And besties on the side mounts. All the games that they running we gone find out. Messages from above, prayers up before I write, Smoke a blunt a day cause wit this stress I might go off on sight, Got my guardian angels watching me like the stars at night. Staying away from correctionals ain't no more room inside, These are not penalties brothers I'm addressing genocide, All the sacrifices we made Cant waisted over pride, Read more, build more and my brother you need to know rights. Life is so precious so why we waste it on a pair of nikes. Keep that Burberry cologne so I don't be smelling like that Fonky. Keep yo girl from round me if you don't want pushing up on me. Pretenders just want attention u sleepn gone feel this pinching. Don't got a lot of friend the realist gone I won't forget them . But 6 friends in the past 2 years that shit is sickening . You can say I'm young by age but look at what Hes written This is all true can't tell a lie ex girl friend locked up detention. My life a movie man and this is only the beginning. This is in memory of, Andre, Gabe, Tyra, Daizsa, Tommy, Tasia, Tyler, & Miranda I love y'all. Y'all living through me.
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