j $oul aka jamn – nba jam lyrics
chorus:
said i live for the moment
could never lose focus
the only opponent i see really me
tell em it’s beef if they want it
f+ck tweeting about it
i know they won’t mention the streets!
shopping, i’m popping tags like a thief
my b+tch she h+lla bad, she a freak
she tripping, i’ll drop a bag at her feet
i’m chasing some mills, i ain’t talking bout meek (yeah)
verse:
balling out hard then
step back harden
you can’t guard em
go & try you hardest
baby i’m an artist
drip is what you call this
bottom where i started
now i put my heart in
now i’m going crazy, going dumb
go r+t+rded
they say i’m the one
on point man rеgardless (yeah)
humble but shе know my sh+t flawless (yeah)
putting in work like scholars
diplomatic n+gga, i ain’t even go to college
hoes think i’m rich
n+ggas know i get it rowdy (roddy)
christian d cologne, smell designer on my body
get it when i want, watch these haters go & copy (yeah)
certified n+gga like gotti (yeah)
skating on tracks, big ollie’s (yeah)
money coming in narcotics
way before the rap
been knew about product
chorus (x2)
said i live for the moment
could never lose focus
the only opponent i see really me
tell em it’s beef if they want it
f+ck tweeting about it
i know they won’t mention the streets!
shopping, i’m popping tags like a thief
my b+tch she h+lla bad, she a freak
she tripping, i’ll drop a bag at her feet
i’m chasing some mills, i ain’t talking bout meek (yeah)
verse 2:
so i give it my all, i ain’t giving it back
till i fill up my wall, with some medals & plaques
cop my og double r
just to get her a car
in the royce so she really relaxed
yeah, her son going harder than ever
he ball thru whatever
the trenches taught em how to stack
i was down on my ass, i came bouncing right back
solid lil n+gga, go hard for them racks!
dash like sonic
i’m iconic
paper chaser n+gga, like yup i’m on it
said i’m on fye, i can’t stop scoring
baby i’m scorching
running up a fortune
k!lling every beat, i don’t even leave a corpse
and i need the whole pie, cause i don’t do portions
n+ggas my sons, but i don’t do orphans
presidential n+gga, like i really got sworn in (yeah!)
too turnt up, hydraulics
show up to a show no shirt, no stylist
say he getting jumping like jamn, i doubt it
bottom to the top, i done ran up mileage (yeah!)
certified n+gga like gotti (yeah)
skating on tracks, big ollie’s (yeah)
money coming in narcotics
way before the rap
been knew about product
chorus (x2)
said i live for the moment
could never lose focus
the only opponent i see really me
tell em it’s beef if they want it
f+ck tweeting about it
i know they won’t mention the streets!
shopping, i’m popping tags like a thief
my b+tch she h+lla bad, she a freak
she tripping, i’ll drop a bag at her feet
i’m chasing some mills, i ain’t talking bout meek (yeah)
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