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njc – 312 lyrics

(uh)
(yeah)
(312)
(woah)
(from the 312)
(yeah, yeah)
(uh)
(njc)
(he from the 312)
(yeah)
(yeah)
(yeah)
(yeah)

so, you know how we rock
you know that we built different (on god)
we got tunnel vision (for real)
when we get busy (ahhhh) (bow bow bow)
please watch your approach when you pull up ‘cuz wе think different
(we not thе same)
i ain’t have no siblings
so my homies are my bruddas and i can’t tell the difference
(no cap)
too many of them are countin’ on me to tell our story, so there’s no quittin’
(none)
foe nem said that i’m k!llin’ this music sh+t, just be consistent
watch
they gon’ come right out the woodwork when they peep progression (peep it)
i can’t play into no fake sh+t, they get taught a lesson (i teach ’em)
they say that i’m being an assh0l+, well b+tch that’s the essence (i’m sorry)
i’m laying down so many hints, but they don’t get the message (they don’t)

i don’t get how i am so attracted to this guap, i think i have a fetish
it’s magnetic (how how how)
everyday, i been smoking on that medical anaesthetic (dope dope dope)
all these b+tches smell the za up at the party, so they line up in alphabetic (za za za)

(uh)
(all of ’em)

i need all baddies
all tens (slim thick)
with them fat asses
and them dsl’s (d+ck suckin’ lips)
i used to walk ’round wit’ them zig techs on my feet (cheap sneaks)
but, now my fashion has evolved, so yeah i’m rockin’ ysl (yves saint laurent)

(uh)
(but, i could never change from the person i was no matter how much money i got)
(i got realness in my veins)

you know njc? he from the 312 (wooooh)
shout out to chi town, it’s all hustlers chasin’ blues (blue hunnids)
south side where i’m from (yeah) please do not get it confused (nah)
yeah, i know you from the ‘burbs and you been watching the news (watch the news)
so, you know how we move (how we rock)
we come from broken households
people doubting
we got way too much to prove (real talk)
i work myself to death everyday ‘cuz there’s no excuse (there’s none)
i book the stu’ and spit my pain away up in the booth (real sh+t)
i went and got my bread up
now i can buy my momma pairs of gucci’s like they nike shoes

(they wonderin’ where i get all of my money, they don’t have a clue)
(tell ’em)

you know njc? he from the 312 (wooooh)
shout out to chi town, it’s all hustlers chasin’ blues (blue hunnids)
south side where i’m from (yeah), please do not get it confused (nah)
yeah, i know you from the ‘burbs and you been watching the news (watch the news)

(been watchin’ the news)
(b+b+b)
(been watchin’ the news)
(been watchin’ the news)
(b+b+b)
(been watchin’ the news)
(been watchin’)

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