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absent - jay critch lyrics

[intro]
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you know i just gettin’ [?] i just let this sh*t come to me

[chorus]
ayy, i got a story about a young n*gga, made it to the top, uh
in school he was absent, full attendance on the block, ayy
back then he was only worried ’bout playin ball, f*ckin’ thots, uh
way before he started hittin’ stains, way before his friends got shot
heart turned cold, and he been smokin’ weed, tryna get him some money
’cause he gettin’ older (gettin’ older), and he ain’t tryna keep livin’ off mommy pockets
gotta go get his own, still wit’ the same n*ggas ’cause he know his brothers ain’t ever gon’ fold
they was just up at the bottom (up at the bottom)
takin’ and flippin’ them os, poppin’ them bs on the road
plottin’ on gettin’ some dough (some dough)
they always knew it would happen (yeah), and they got mob ties in they hood, so, dumb n*gga, don’t make it happen (don’t make it happen)
they goin’ anywhere for the jugg, them young n*ggas out there in traffic (hey)

[verse 1]
age seventeen, young n*gga spent all his bread on the studio and he still move with the right team (with the right team)
and his big brother been gettin’ the money so he always kept puttin’ him in some nice things (nice things)
keep havin’ dreams of diamonds and cash, he wake up be tryna be icy (wake up be tryna be icy)
keep havin’ dreams of b*tches in jets, he wake up and he tryna [?]
he done got that call, hop on the flight right away when it’s money involved
put the gang on the map and now it’s time to ball (it’s time to ball)
20 deep in la and it’s feelin’ like home (it’s feelin’ like home)
fast forward, ayy
money comin’, now his problems get solved
he ain’t happy ’til he get him some ms
and he don’t like when n*ggas tryna get involved
ayy, and he hurtin’ ’cause his brothers is gone
sendin’ money to his brothers in jail
he don’t know when some of his brothers come home (he gon’ work)
but he love the game, so he can’t leave it alone
f*ckin’ b*tches, he won’t leave ’em alone
foot on they neck, steppin’ up to the throne
[chorus]
i got a story about a young n*gga, made it to the top, uh
in school he was absent, full attendance on the block, ayy
back then he was only worried ’bout playin ball, f*ckin’ thots, uh
way before he started hittin’ stains, way before his friends got shot
heart turned cold (heart turned cold), and he been smokin’ weed, tryna get him some money
’cause he gettin’ older (he gettin’ older), and he ain’t tryna keep livin’ off mommy pockets
gotta go get his own (go get his own), still wit’ the same n*ggas ’cause he know his brothers ain’t ever gon’ fold
they was just up at the bottom (up at the bottom)
takin’ and flippin’ them os, poppin’ them bs on the road
plottin’ on gettin’ some dough (some dough)
they always knew it would happen (yeah), and they got mob ties in they hood, so, dumb n*gga, don’t make it happen (don’t make it happen)
they goin’ anywhere for the jugg, them young n*ggas out there in traffic (skrrt; ayy)

[verse 2]
rewind (rewind), back to the 2013 times
we lost block and the streets cried (yeah), lost block and the hood died (hood died)
sh*t make you turn cold, that sh*t make a savage from a good guy
keep a stick like a tree climb (grra), got the 30s buzzin’ like beehives
can’t remember the last time i cried, i’d just rather go boot up (rather go be high)
and i used to think i got time, and then nico died too young (nico)
but i’m still livin’ through them (yeah), couple baddies, i got two of ’em (baddie)
and we ballin’ like the crew league, and the gang be gettin’ the crew love (ayy)
youngin, was out in the park late nights
playin’ ball and them they start shootin’ things (grra, grra)
brodie said that he wit’ me for life, and i told my brother that’s a boomerang
i been busy workin’, i been doin’ things, i can’t sit around waitin’ for help (nah)
i took too many losses for others, now i gotta go win for myself (hood fave)
i know i’m a champ, they ain’t give me the belt
if i was the ref’, i could be givin’ out all techs (all techs)
switch on fn, that’s far fetched
swear the money got taller than garnet (garnet)
ayy, since 15 i’ve been ballin’, vince carter
hood fave, money blue like the— (hood fave)
plugged in like i’m still in the charger (ayy)
it’s really how the things changed
best friends turn to enemies (enemies)
real love turn to memories (d*mn)
but that money stay the same (facts)
keep the love, i just want my respect (yeah)
i’m stil tryna get bro out the jakes (yeah)
mommy good, she ain’t gotta be stressed (mama love)

- jay critch lyrics

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