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the plot - jay12 lyrics

yo
i don’t want that l*st (no way)
but lately i been losing trust
and i can never talk about love on the drill but it’s the one thing that i need to discuss
yo
and my minds been f*cked
i can’t leave without my rambo tucked
and now i think back to when life just sucked
cold nights, no food and the air con f*cked
yo
do you know how i feel
i just rap you don’t need no sk!ll
mum said be a doctor but doctors k!ll
cah when bro had wounds, saw his hands go still (rest up)
yo
don’t believe that cr*p
without school you can still make bags and get your mumzy some expensive tags, maybe lv or some birkin bags
yo
it’s a f*cked up plot
cah bro just saw his sister graduated, life was immaculate, then he got shot
and when his heartbeat stopped in the evening, he wasn’t dreaming and his tears just dropped (wake up)
then he was left with his mumzy crying, life’s not complying and his pops was shocked
ay
you don’t need real eyes
to realise through the pain in his eyes
he’s been through too much and the lies in his life
sometimes day 1 is an opp in disguise (he a snake)
yo
i don’t trust that easy
but one day they gon’ tell me they need me
6 years from now and you won’t even see me
bad b come fru’ and she tryna redeem me

don’t hand out trust like it’s pamphlets (don’t ever), bro lost track on some f*cked up habits
back then it was samsung, lycas, in the bando, we’re some bando bandits (bow, bow)
tryna stay focused, i’m not like the rest
till i get noticed, and work with the best
i don’t care bout the fame, or the money, or the s*x (f*ck that), i just make bare tracks cah you know i’m up next

yo
i just write tracks daily, until i get a call from an a & r lady
yeah i kept my patience, but i still hope that the day comes early
i’m tryna’ get big my cenchy
i want a big house with a pool and a bentley
i want a maybach and givenchy clothing
i want a better place to wake up in the morning

yeah this bad b tryna’ come slide (bad b), i told her wait let me find some time
‘cause these days i’ve been last in line
i’m tryna’ catch p’s, so i know whats mine (like what)
yo
i ain’t really done much trappin’
all i know is if you trust wrong people, better watch out, anything could just happen
better watch out, anything could just happen (don’t trust)
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yo
i don’t want that l*st
but lately i been losing trust
and i can never talk about love on the drill but it’s the one thing that i need to discuss
yo
and my minds been f*cked
i can’t leave without my rambo tucked
and now i think back to when life just sucked
cold nights, no food and the air con f*cked
yo
do you know how i feel
i just rap you don’t need no sk!ll
mum said be a doctor but doctors k!ll
cah when bro had wounds, saw his hands go still
yo
don’t believe that cr*p
without school you can still make bags and get your mumzy some expensive tags, maybe lv or some birkin bags

- jay12 lyrics

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