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jake$wish - 20 lyrics

i used to wanna fight crime
now i’m sitting in a dark -ss room tryna write rhymes
tryna cut ties, tryna do a lot of sh-t to cover white lies

smokin’ gbs in the backyard with the guys
riding round in a bimmer with a blunt inside
feeling bad thinking bout how the time flies
lil jakey with the blonde hair, blue eyes
fat baby with a dad so young minded
i ain’t never need love i don’t try to find it
ex girl up and left i ain’t try to fight it
a couple motherf-ckers turned on me the slightest
i’m in it for the gold feelin’ like i’m midas
my flow so cold feelin’ like a virus
just tell me what you want, it can get provided
i ain’t never gon’ stop ima stay beside it
serving h-lla waves call me young poseidon
i’m tryna get away feel like i’m slowly dying
i’m sorry for the pain that i gave you mama
ima be a better dad than my own father
with the money and the fame comes more problems
i got money in the bank so these hoes flockin’
they just tryna have they way with me no talkin’
i been grinding everyday on my tony hawk sh-t
drippin’ so much water like a f-ckin’ faucet
my b-tch in her birthday suit, flawless
i’m finna blow up like a f-ckin comet
try to stop me now with some hatin’ comments
ima go get it
i can’t even get in my feelings
it ain’t nun’ left, i know that you ain’t tryna stay with me
i’m tryna get me a bentley
i want a million before i hit the age 20

tired of all this waitin’
i hate it
i been getting so impatient
tired of all the fakeness
can’t take it
its a lot of motherf-ckers who hate me
i want a milli before i hit 20 i gotta get straight to the bag
handle my business and k!ll all the witnesses, i came to riches from rags
i love my brothers and i love my b-tches, we all finna get us some cash
let’s stop all the hatin’ and get this sh-t shakin’, let’s turn up and make this sh-t last

i want a milli before i hit 20
got so many thoughts and my problems, i got plenty
knockin’ on your door like i’m callin’ out for penny
i don’t want your f-ckin’ pity
can’t turn my back on the city
know i took a lot of time to drop, time to show these motherf-ckers i’m so hot
do it for the paper call me michael scott
rest in peace to mac, x, and jimmy wop
shoutout my bro money hall (swear it hard)
i owe it all to my folks, swear to god
shoutout my family, i know they bam for me, follow my fantasy, never forgot
and i ain’t scared of nun’
we do it all for something
i need a milli before 20, i’m tryna be the one

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