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lil tjay – probably not lyrics

got a couple goons here with me in the spot
dummy try to run up on me then he gettin shot
don’t you look at me no funny way i might take what you got
they asked me if i changed ways probably not

i got n+ggas sitting up doing time they in the box
i remember on that block, i been whats fly, im f+ckin thots
n+ggas talkin like they with this sh+t they wasn’t sellin rocks
n+ggas talking like they with this sh+t they never get no guap
why you talking hot
we could spin the block, this off the top, f+ck the sh+t i wrote
this sh+t ain’t no joke, a n+gga run up on me, pistol to his throat
ima take his life, leave him at thе light
these n+ggas talking like thеy with this sh+t, i see him its on sight
and my future looking bright, im tryna get to different levels
angel on my shoulder on the other side the devil
n+ggas talking like they with this sh+t and they ain’t on my level
bout to cop a richard mille flooded on the bezel
f+ck the opps them n+ggas meddle
ain’t none im tryna settle
f+ck around i get em gone, call brodie like whats the schedule
corny, i call the kettle
knew i was something special
fell in love with the studio, sh+t i’m happy i met you
i’m a real one, speaking from them trenches
i got n+ggas locked down behind the fences
(i’m a real one, real one, speaking from them trenches)
(i got n+ggas locked down behind the fences)
i done moved my mom out the hood to a better place
did a couple things but no slackin time to elevate
n+ggas hate but in reality i know i’m living great
i don’t care, i bet you wish you had a better face
pickin up the pace, i don’t care to lose the ones who can’t relate
i’m grateful like a mother f+cker, i don’t celebrate
onna paper chase, its gon be a problem if my paper late
day+to+day i been bustin sweat out like its labor day
i’m workin hard, in the studio, steady on my grind
money on my mind this sh+t got me on a different time
overtime, 24/7 it’s a cold of mine
head+ups any situation you ain’t fold mine
talking on the gram all jacks till we slide thru
4+5 bullets through ya back you gon die too
realize you don’t really want smoke, i advise you
we really livid, i can’t tell you what the guys do
free my n+gga mini mack he shoot sh+t he like 5’2
claiming what you didn’t do, you p+ssy i despise you
rather have a rival than have a fake friend
i been through some sh+t that i won’t ever do again
i’m still riding till the end, loyalty no pretend
if i call you my brother then you blood f+ck a friend
got some new sh+t that extend, if a n+gga tryna run me oh noo
got a couple goons here with me in the spot
dummy try to run up on me then he getting shot
don’t you look at me no funny way i might take what you got
they asked me if i changed ways probably not

- lil tjay lyrics

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