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CHORUS - J EMZ
Tryna find a way, I got blood in my eyes,
Staying with the times all this money on my mind,
Speaking outta school have you gone with the wind,
Read between the lines and everything will be just fine,
Everything I say I ever seen or done it,
We them boys they ready about,
I ain't gotta scream it out,
Stay up out the way if you ain't seen a hunnid g's,
I got that in rubber bands and I got forty in my jeans,
VERSE - J EMZ
All them pissy poor disses,
Must I really say please,
Redirect yourself the way you came in,
See I ain't the same man,
If I'm lost in my feelings it ain't safe around here,
Have you gone in an instant, you'll be playing around here,
CHORUS - J EMZ
Tryna find a way, I got blood in my eyes,
Staying with the times all this money on my mind,
Speaking outta school have you gone with the wind,
Read between the lines and everything will be just fine,
Everything I say I ever seen or done it,
We them boys they ready about,
I ain't gotta scream it out,
Stay up out the way if you ain't seen a hunnid g's,
I got that in rubber bands and I got forty in my jeans,
LEKKS - VERSE
Yeah they gotta call me coach how I got this Trap running, (trap)
I been filling up them Pipes for the Fiends like I'm plumbing, (huh)
If they want it then they dealing youngins, (yeah)
When they pull up got it sounding like they drumming,
Are you dumb (are you dumb) ya stupid or ya both (dummy)
They running out of hope, (don't trip)
we walk up let it bow we ain't running out of smoke, (why you running)
Hearts cold like we coming from the snow,
You can't hang with the gang lad unless you got a rope.
CHORUS - J EMZ
Tryna find a way, I got blood in my eyes,
Staying with the times all this money on my mind,
Speaking outta school have you gone with the wind,
Read between the lines and everything will be just fine,
Everything I say I ever seen or done it,
We them boys they ready about,
I ain't gotta scream it out,
Stay up out the way if you ain't seen a hunnid g's,
I got that in rubber bands and I got forty in my jeans.
CG - VERSE
Ay we can't let that shit go,
If I see him lad it's gon' be a shit go,
Bullets hit your window,
Got opps inside my indo,
Get low it's gon' be a shit show,
Run up on us let that stick blow,
Forty clapping shit sounded like Diplo,
Love it when that blood spills,
Hanging out that window,
And we got them big bitches,
Forty mag extendos,
Fucking with the gang lad, we gon' caesar him like renzo,
CHORUS - J EMZ
Tryna find a way, I got blood in my eyes,
Staying with the times all this money on my mind,
Speaking outta school have you gone with the wind,
Read between the lines and everything will be just fine,
Everything I say I ever seen or done it,
We them boys they ready about,
I ain't gotta scream it out,
Stay up out the way if you ain't seen a hunnid g's,
I got that in rubber bands and I got forty in my jeans.