jesse - pov lyrics
(pov)
(verse 1: tight)
(“turn my headphones up a lil bit,ayo let’s get it, tight in this b+tch”)
“melo onni beat”
relax yourself, forget the fries, this too much flexing can’t pay
stop making fun with the jaays, we puff and pass it like this
la shooter gang yea we lit,(gang gang)
we millie rock on these fake as b+tches to tell em we lit
i left my name on your blog, your lil jue add me in snap,she hit my dm a lot
i moonwalk on the beat,i think i got a disease
the flow sick i can’t quit i’m boutta hop in your b+tch
so hop to that
straight out the projects,never faking taking shots(skrr skrr)
me and my n+gga on blah,we rollin dice
i think i’m back in this b+tch,the shoes dirty pink socks ,my n+gga charles in the back
we outlaws we kno god
i benny whip with your chick while she be begging for kiss
we smoke not we get high so what you know bout that
i sash the chick from the back,i always keeping the glock
(verse 2: jesse shooterboi)
(“jess..shooter”)
although i’m struggling thru the slum
came from a cultivated family,n+gga need to get his funds(mo money dawg)
the only one i trust is in heaven,i don’t trust n0body wif no guns(never never)
that shid could get you locked up in jail,momma will miss her son
stood as far from the mountain top, still fighting to reach my peak
most shocking days of my life was when mama when six feet deep
when i was even thinking about doing a sneaks
then i started walking in my feet,i had a contagious disease,for the same walking banay n+gga out securing bags
momma always calling me in my dreams,i could see the money and the fame coming from a far like a aircraft war
we be basing in the third world, what is real will prosper(ahan)
always keeping it anti+social with my n+ggas
i could never swish off,equal love and joy like the equinox
(verse 3: double j)
they never thought a n+gga be doing this
came out the bottom n+gga doubt me but god gave me a grace
i got some task on my head,so many prices i paid,so many pains on my heart,too many brothers in the graves
some n+ggas lock it in jail,thier mother’s crying everyday
this jus the way we live,12 locking n+ggas in cages
i’m on the block with my woes,i’m making more like a ghost
came out from zero to hero,my success knocking my door
they don’t believe imma winner,i been a winner since my momma used to fix me my dinner
i do this straight out the project,i made the projects regardless
mane i’mma project proud,trynna make the project smile
wake up to the wake and bake,everyday the projects lit
got some n+ggas doing sport,they rob thier shid u can’t relate
i speaking shid they say i preach,i’m not a preacher but a g
i riding high in the skies,ion shoot until i leave
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