jp iii - tragedy lyrics
this is a tragedy
feel like a king, i’m a majesty
all these lil broke n-ggas trackin’ me
swear to god none of em’ jackin’ me
like a shook soda, ain’t no n-gga cappin’ me
jp the third got the pack on me
you gon’ need you n yo faculty
smear the queer, no n-gga tackle me
goals to have all of them racks on me
make a move ain’t no n-gga trappin’ me
love all my n-ggas, thats watchin’ my back for me (yup)
i feel like tom brady ain’t no n-gga sackin’ me
rappers is sweet they give cavities (yup)
told you that this was a tragedy (yup)
this is the way that it had to be
went gins’t the grain
b-tch i said f-ck the academy, n0body proud of me
hear records ain’t no n-gga wowin’ me
want beef but you look like a cow to me
fiendin’ fried chicken n collard greens
this a young black n-gga kinda thing
all bout the greens, talkin’ lima beans
circle be tight like a onion ring
me n the game a forever thing
going all out like a super saiyan
jp the third, imma do my thing
young as a b-tch but a legend mane
whoopin’ yo -ss like i’m aljamain
these b-tches be all in my pockets mane
had to cut em’, i’m focused on bigger things
for the game, b-tch i gave up my kidney beans
jp3, i could rap n switch up n sing
im alive n no n-gga k!llin’ me (woo)
goin’ straight to the top, like i’m double z
jp im smokin’ on lemon squeeze (woo)
in the street but i’m trynna get to the league
spillin’ my guts ain’t no histamine
failed science but b-tch i got history
imma dog b-tch so don’t blow no kiss to me (lets go)
laces tied n ain’t no n-gga trippin’ me (lets go)
so no way in h-ll you can get to me (lets go)
for the guwala, young n-gga i been a fiend
a junkie, a addict, a tweaker g
puttin’ in work like a bumble bee
lyrically n-ggas is under me
only needed the money to cuddle me
like a roach all you n-ggas is buggin’ me
even though all these b-tches be hugging me
i know only my momma be lovin’ me (on god)
imma snub cuz ain’t no n-gga snubbin’ me (on god)
on the stand but ain’t no n-gga judgin’ me (on god)
im a beast n ain’t no n-gga cubbin’ me (on god)
in the gym but ain’t no n-gga runnin’ me
you a boss but you look like a son to me
need a perfect -ss verse, you could run to me
i been grindin’ so nothing was suddenly
i ain’t poppin’ but sh-t gettin’ bubbly
feel that
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