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in my thoughts - baby jamo lyrics

[intro]
hey tall wall
tall, wall
hey tall wall
uh, uh
[?] n*gga, uh

[chorus]
yeah i be with k!llers, in them trenches, and they tryna drill
all my n*ggas catch a body n*ggas ain’t n0body tell
yeah i lost my n*gga whites and whiteboy don’t know how it feel
yeah i’ma keep it quiet when it’s time i’m authentic real
yeah i’m sitting back and being patient, yeah my time is coming
yeah i’m sitting back and contemplating, n*gga i know i’m wanted
gave my youngings a blueprint they gotta run it up and get some money
sh*t be all jokes and laugh later when this sh*t ain’t funny

[verse]
i’m in n*ggas’ spot i could run up a hundred
ain’t worried about rappers i ain’t taking nothing
the feds gеt behind me you know that i [?]
they gеt up with me and i’m telling them nothing
the feds on my d*ck these b*tches on my d*ck they know i’m buzzing
got sh*t going on and i’m giving them [?] and i f*ck with the b*tch give her g*star raw
saw some n*ggas go out off that [?] and off that f*cking [?]
n*gga i don’t f*ck with no perc’s i ain’t chasing at all
get back for the trenches i got my respect
the kids they love me they know that i’m that
i’m riding with drac’ when i’m riding with blatt
ain’t worried about beef when i’m chasing a check
n*gga i got a nephew i gotta feed n*gga i’m chasing m’s
n*ggas gon’ hate me b*tches love me, ’cause i’m really him
i get me the ball i’m going to the rim
i’m dunking the ball, i’m slamming it in
[?] changing the lens
these n*ggas can’t see me these cartier lens
i just started rapping they wanna just be
i’m serving this sh*t and this sh*t for the people
tell ’em free lil’ giz and free lil reapa
free sd he a full blown creeper
free all the men they know that i’m sending them over
n*gga i’m getting it back it’s call collect and i’m pressing the five
i’m from 37th but don’t speak on the five
i just started rapping this sh*t by luck
this rap game [?]
n*ggas walking up on you for pictures, you gotta watch your back
you don’t know if they fan or they just gotta die
keep doing my people they pushing the racks
you know that these [?] can’t walk in my shoes
and i got a little smarter i can’t move loose
i’m tucking the drac’ or that fifty, when it’s cold, n*gga i got on a moose
i’m over that jail and i’m working my knuckles i cut on that desk and i might just bust you
yeah i been rapping for eleven months i’m up and coming
n*gga try to play with wall i drag my b*lls i’m most wanted
[chorus]
yeah i be with k!llers, in them trenches, and they tryna drill
all my n*ggas catch a body n*ggas ain’t n0body tell
yeah i lost my n*gga whites and whiteboy don’t know how it feel
yeah i’ma keep it quiet when it’s time i’m authentic real
yeah i’m sitting back and being patient, yeah my time is coming
yeah i’m sitting back and contemplating, n*gga i know i’m wanted
gave my youngings a blueprint they gotta run it up and get some money
sh*t be all jokes and laugh later when this sh*t ain’t funny

[outro]
nah, uh, aye tall wall
aye tall
man, stop playing with tall
man, stop playing with tall
[?]
mob

- baby jamo lyrics

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