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FRM DA JETZ
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Past 7 Days
FRM DA JETZ was discovered most frequently in the first few seconds of the song during the past week

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo Geek)
[Verse 1]
I'm in my own lane, this that hustle flow, mane
I trapped out the tanks, I pay my tithes, I buy a load, mane
Heard they bitches top, I grew up with 'em, that's when the toes came
I'm still bustin' bows, but hit my line 'cause I got whole things
I promise I won't change and I don't play no games
Swervin' in this Batmobile, but I do not know Bane
This bitch say she love me, I hit that bitch with no name
We was all fucked up, we ain't had shit, so I rock bro chain
And I won't say no name, I'm gon' make it fall
Free them boys locked down in that cell, tryna smack somethin' out on call
I just gotta make one call, I'm with my bros, they all gon' ball
I been stashin' shit, this shit ain't new, I was trappin' in them halls
Been that **** since I was young, had that bitch fuck me in them stalls
And I'm always there for ****, but who gon' be there when I fall?
Uh, that's why I go hard 'cause I don't really ask for help
I came in this bitch alone. so I'm gon' leave all by myself
Mama askin' me for 'za, I said "Hold on 'cause this top shelf"
I just served this bitch a dime, shit got her coughin' up for help
.43 right on my side, come off my hip like it's a belt
Never knew the shit I felt, it's so much pain that I done dealt
I do vintage shit like Phelps, swim with the sharks but by myself
And I'm stackin' so much green, this shit look like I'm eatin' kelp
You did somethin' for me but point it out, you did that shit for yourself
If we came in late, Dukes bust our ass, walkin' out that bitch with welts
She done bust my lips at me in school lookin' at me like "Oh, well"
Since that day, learned not to tell, had to take it 'caused it on myself
Always fightin', grades was bad and they say I cuss like a sail'
Uh, damn I meant a sailor, hit your knees and bust them prayers
Please don't call my phone for savior, just ask the Lord to come save you
I don't even know why you trust me, should've knew I was a player
But, baby, ain't mean to play you
I just know the game and it broke your heart 'cause you thought I was playin'
[Outro]
Uh, **** play, he layin'
**** play, he layin'
Uh, damn I meant a sailor, hit your knees and bust them prayers
Please don't call my phone for savior, just ask the Lord to come save you
I don't even know why you trust me, should've knew I was a player
N-**** play, he layin'
Written by: Curtis Brinkley, Rayohn Topping

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