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cj fly - left get lyrics

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if not for mine

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[verse 1: cj fly]
this budget of mine always f-cks with my pride
until i feel we doing fine i’ll be subject to crime
i bother why?, a tad bit out of touch with father time
feeling like another abandoned child, that’s been effected
never half stepping, got a way with the words but no sense of direction
like dice betting, nice women and nice weapons
wasn’t no one to teach me mistakes made life lessons
how i get it?, all the money that i’m spending
with my henchmen, doors opened and i went in
know this was never really the path that i chose
the cash and hoes, the flashy clothes the links of m-ssive gold
only planning to give him a half of one dose
top of the morning they’ll be asking fo’ mo’, offers from chicks who actually do blow
now i got the whole strip on lock, chip off the old block made chips on the old block
plus, some cats rub me wrong so i ain’t feeling ’em man
what i’m pose to do think twice cause i’m k!lling a man
feds is watching posting scoping while they sit in a van
word was i was hot, so pan what they did with the cam
trying to catch me in the act like cinemagram
i must be trash cause they trying to throw me in a can
fiends rush me whoa homie don’t touch me, ain’t never seen you before you ain’t a regular custy
he begin to jibber jabber, trying to get a n-gga madder
got me p-ssed like i had a health issues with my bladder
all that he was say i acted like i ain’t know about
“i know what you got in store, so why is you holding out?”
you a bit to fast homie, you gon’ need to slow it down
until i lay in the earth i’m forever holding my ground
because i touch figures i don’t ever trust n-ggas
it’s just my luck, he was moving like a sus’ n-ggas
then i, started questioning his ident-ty, heard bullets have no name if they fly then i guess they’re meant for me
you and i are two different ent-ties, you just p-ssy i love p-ssy that’s gushy and t-tties
wasn’t friends with me so i guess that made him my enemy
left me alone eventually couldn’t evidence on me
if you know me i always keep a large clientele, how could i go wrong while i’m getting calls on the cell
said they needed a hit i gave ’em a fix, i would say it with some sh-t
the vocals that i laid come out crisp, and i’m supposed to give a f-ck if a hater gon’ diss
gone be my name on the disc when i’m making it big
oh no soul sold, get a watch that’s rose gold, i won’t have to ask for the time no mo’
the popo is the reason that the poor poor
ain’t trying to be paying taxes we trying to make our own dough

- cj fly lyrics

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