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jakob leichtman - traffic lyrics

[hook: drew heat]
why you always talking down on me (why)
i’m on road with some pounds on me (good dope)
i got some bros and they down for me (slide)
catch me in traffic i got rounds on me (grrrrrrrrrra)
why you always talking down on me (down on me, down on me)
i’m on road with some pounds on me (pounds on me, pounds on me)
i got some bros and they down for me (down for me, down for me)
catch me in traffic i got rounds on me (rounds on me, rounds on me)

[verse 1: jakob]
got your girl going down on me (down on me, down on me)
not in london still got pounds homie (pounds homie, pounds homie)
neck and wrist flooded don’t drown on me (drown on me, drown on me)
back on road jake gets around don’t he (round don’t he, round don’t he)
go the distance you the one with baggage
drew brought the heat and he’ll do some damage
never goin’ back cuz that’s where they stab me
went from out your life to outta reach and outstanding
i done made it out the mud (i did)
me drew blazed in the cut
it is what it is, it ain’t what it was
still making music it’s never enough, i’ve been
overworked, overlooked, passed up on
this and that, tellin’ me i can’t rap, that is cap
left on read, ghosted too, they still ask for the most
can’t be true, toast to you, for showing me the grossest you
meant the most to me time to feel broken too
that’s what being open will do to you
[hook: drew heat]
why you always talking down on me (why)
i’m on road with some pounds on me (good dope)
i got some bros and they down for me (slide)
catch me in traffic i got rounds on me (grrrrrrrrrra)
why you always talking down on me (down on me, down on me)
i’m on road with some pounds on me (pounds on me, pounds on me)
i got some bros and they down for me (down for me, down for me)
catch me in traffic i got rounds on me (rounds on me, rounds on me)

[verse 2: gatz]
been so real, never gon stop
everybody talking sh+t i’m focused on the guap
coming from the bottom gonna claim my spot
always reppin’ madison they know what’s hot
yeah i got tools, yeah i break rules
yeah sh+t’s dope, she gives good throat
barely gonna see her, lives in my phone
not independent when you living at home
f+ck with the past ? the class and i passed
cuz i rap that’s a fact not slow always fast
and you worried bout the cash when your tires get slashed
seeing them rocking out on stage i ain’t talking no slash
like uh, clear as crystal
give a f+ck if they pulling a pistol
point it at them but they’ll prolly gon miss you
if you’re fake as f+ck i’m prolly gonna diss you
yeah life going on
sitting back right now playing a song
and i’m sober now but i’m feeling so gone
seems the things you doing right always end up wrong
always end up wrong
moving to the future always gotta stay strong
demons in my life always right up on me
so tell me why they always talking down on me

[outro: drew heat]
man we smoked this sh+t man
all year every year man
drew heat and jako on this b+tch man
we just getting started man
i’m bout to fire one up and run this b+tch back man
let’s go

- jakob leichtman lyrics

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