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jersey boy - legacy كلمات أغنية

black on black everything, hoppin’ out the m4
i know you want in, i’m more concerned about your mo
ain’t too many ten toes, you say that you my kinfolk
you say you solid but if they bribing how much would you bend for?
i been thorough since the get go
bust a rhyme like flipmode, they watching me for inspo
if you ever been poor you know you can’t stop gotta get more
they said that i would never prosper, i guess i ain’t get the memo
yeah, you know the fly sh_t i been on
get my spin on then get it jumpin’ like i’m saquon
stiff arm to these haters like the heisman, i don’t dеspise ’em
but i just know that i always been moving wiser
don’t stay bеside ’em they just a reminder
not to lose focus but keep the vision wider
get that hate up out your heart, keep that envy out your eyes
if you can’t even see the truth how could you recognize a lie, tell me that n_gga

my ear to the streets but my head up to the sky
my hand grippin’ her thighs but my eyes still on the the prize
prayers up to god, keep the money on my mind
if you ain’t got none i mean, do you even try
who would’ve thought it, rip to the lost ones
dearly departed, thank you for what you taught us
what’s the point of having drive if you ain’t got the keys?
when it’s all said and done, what kind of legacy you gon’ leave?
look, black on black, pockets fat, hoppin’ out the 7 strapped
walk up to the club, don’t pat me down they just pat my back
all my n_ggas got chains on and we thick as f_ck
out of dress code but rush the door ’cause we don’t give a f_ck
standin’ on the couches, poppin’ bottles smokin’ weed
when you see them hoes flockin’ then that’s how you know it’s me
i got power in these streets, big boss boxer briefs
a gang of dead p_r_e_z’s in these expensive ass jeans
yeah, and i’m a beast off in them sheets
so if i pull them i’m gon’ squeeze, as soon as i come then i’m gon’ leave
soon as i’m done then i’m gon’ be
back on my grind, back on these beats, ’cause i could
never be a n_gga that had it, lost it, and end up back in these streets
nah uh, so it’s all money in ’til i’m rip
and in my city n_gga i am he, and we are the o_n_e’s
we bang hard like the drums on the beat
nip hussle, ayy let’s go, keep your ear to the street n_gga

i keep my ear to the streets but my head up to the sky
my hand grippin’ her thighs but my eyes still on the the prize
prayers up to god, keep the money on my mind
if you ain’t got none i mean, do you even try?
who would’ve thought it, rip to the lost ones
dearly departed, thank you for what you taught us
what’s the point of having drive if you ain’t got the keys?
when it’s all said and done, what kind of legacy you gon’ leave?
not gon’ lie
i never knew you but i know you always been a real one
when i saw you that day at roscoe’s on pico and la brea
i would’ve never thought you’d be gone less than 2 weeks later my n_gga
had me asking myself, what kind of legacy you gon’ leave?
what you gonna leave for yours?
you gon’ boss up or what?
yeah, got to

- jersey boy

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