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off track - damjonboi lyrics

[intro]
hm

[verse]
it been a minute, but i’m back
who really loyal in your clique? you the stack
i’m a motherf*ckin’ legend where i’m from, that’s a fact
they ain’t even wanna let us in the function, we strapped
i’ve been tryna stay focused, but some sh*t got me off track
hm, let me speak on it
redbone just pulled up from georgia, got a peach on her
it’s kinda hard to digest that plate when you got beef on it
do it for my kids and the people that would sleep on me
poured a deuce of quagen with a baddie, went to sleep on her
trickin’ for that paper, you can still smell the streets on her
the way that she be suckin’, you would think that there ain’t no t**th on her
beefin’ with some n*ggas, f*ck a bag, i put a beat on ’em
it’s a couple n*ggas i love that been playin’ it weird
when it was time to eat, who told you to pull up a chair?
i’m from the city where the youngest n*ggas catchin’ stains
you would trade your player card in for some fame
put my life on it, but i ain’t get sh*t back but pain
when it all boils down, i remained the same
i love my uncles, all they ever did was give me game
i took the game that they gave me and i made a name
now that i think about it, n*ggas never was pure
i done lost everybody i had love for
just seen my brother in that bed fightin’ for his life
i ain’t think it was your time, this sh*t got me tight
i got love for old girl, but she ain’t my type
sh*t, just hold a n*gga down, we gon’ be alright
i pop pills and go to sleep when i get on a flight
soon as i land, where that juice at? i need a pint
hit the mall and ball from the times i ain’t have sh*t
she want neimans, i left s*m*n on a bad b*tch
tryna be faithful, that’s a test that i ain’t pass yet
gave the p*ssy fast, i ain’t tell her it was trash yet
styrofoam purple, drip throwed in off*white
paid the b*tch for her time, now she got an off night
i can’t lie, i seen a few n*ggas get rich off white
baby got her own pape, yeah, you a boss type
let me get back on my grizzy, i’ve been bullsh*ttin’
left pocket full of blues like i’m straight crippin’
n*ggas know i rep that 5, but what else is new?
hatin’ on your family, that’s some sh*t i can’t do
n*ggas playin’ tough roles, that just ain’t you
let’s get a bag, let me show you what pape’ do
leave a n*gga top red like the state troops
(got a bag, she can show you what that pape’ do, nah, for real)

- damjonboi lyrics

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