Letras
I hope that you ain't think that I was down
No, I've been down since that's a requisite
I'm Hershell's son, I'm Tina boy
I came from something special
I get exactly what I need right when I need it
I take my L's the same way
I take my wins right on the chin
Please believe it
Who would've thought that lil' scary ass Jerry
Would've jumped up off the porch
Would've swam without no float
Would've planned without no coach
Lil' homie that's regular
And I tried my hand at losing
But I just ain't built like that
And y'all got me fucked up
Bitch, I'ma get mine, facts
And that's the only thing we knew
From Acapulco, we don't lose
We just regroup and make a move
We make a pact, we pay the dues
We make a bitch look like a bitch
Hate the game, don't hate the rules
I never cried from spilled milk, don't take advice from fucking fools
Oh, anybody can make a mistake, but can you live with it?
And that bullshit that you can't control, how do you deal with it?
Like, do you learn from all of your lessons?
Do you turn them bitches to blessings?
Or do you crawl right back in that box that makes you feel better?
Ha ha ha
Fuck a box and fuck your superstition
I don't ask if it's bad luck or not
It's planned out like a freestyle, it's stay little like a juggernaut
Oh, it don't make sense, but do I gotta get it to go and get it?
I got to the table ready to learn, but everyone's faking
Who are you kidding?
And fuck what you say I sound like
I'm Westside, that's day one
That's K and John, that's Rawlo
That's 30 deep in the parking lot
That's Lil Jerry that talk a lot
That's Lil Jerry that figured out
That Lil Jerry ain't Lil Jerry no more
He's Lil Jerry for life