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jay critch & mari mac - cones lyrics

[chorus: jay critch]
so that money had to get involved
more money bringing more problems
i ain’t worried ’bout issues, because they getting solved
it means more when you from the bottom
where i’m from, i’m like the hero, but i stay around some villains
pray my n+ggas don’t see prison for i see some millions
shooter [?] hit savilians
took this sh+t from nothing to the top, and i’m still building

[verse 1: jay critch]
city full of savages, they hit him in his building
and my bro still trapping, he just gotta feed his children
i turned to a boss, these n+ggas still moving like children
i’ma cut her off, she probably wish she had my children
beating down her walls, and i’m making surе she feel it
fresh pint of the juicе came with the seel, i had to peal it
jump up in the coupe, i feel like weezy, got no ceilings
he ain’t never hustle, so no, he don’t know the feeling
tryna dodge my feelings, pour the duse and drop a pill in
if they take what’s mine, i got a chopper for the pilgrems
still up in b.k., n+gga balling like it’s [?]
i just wanna get paid every day, if god willing
in my city, they spin every day, they not chilling
already done started a wave, i’m not finished
told her keep on giving me brain, i’m not finished
all these blessings coming in, like i’m not sinning
[chorus: jay critch]
so that money had to get involved
more money bringing more problems
i ain’t worried ’bout issues, because they getting solved
it means more when you from the bottom
where i’m from, i’m like the hero, but i stay around some villains
pray my n+ggas don’t see prison for i see some millions
shooter [?] hit savilians
took this sh+t from nothing to the top, and i’m still building

[verse 2: mari mac]
too much drank, bro can’t sip it all
he be gone for [?] just to deal with all his problems
in the city where they risk it all
everybody got a plan to get a million from a dollar
hustle up, got it out the dirt, i had to muscle up
quarter pass to the l.b., i had to [?] it up
couldn’t see a check around me, and now i run it up
before round 2, i was reselling the double [?]
[?] i had to get involved
i was running up the bag, and never running on an opp
[?] wall
i be praying every day, ’cause my city look like [?]
grew up round them villains, what’s a hero? we ain’t got them
how the f+ck i make a million, leave my n+ggas at the bottom?
how the h+ll you take my n+gga, leave me here with all these problems?
i just keep adding up the digits, like i find [?]

- jay critch mari mac lyrics

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