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jay got the city - jay5ive lyrics

[intro]
(ayo double)
(rackz, rackz, rackz)

[verse]
like, they ain’t see what i seen
like they did not come from the gutter
everyday, i was losin’ my brothers
sendin’ my last to the bros, i was f*cked up
and they knew i only had a hunnid but i gave them half of that sh*t cause i love ’em
reminiscing on missing my sweeps (rackz)
me and jay standing tall while everyone say “f*ck us”
two deep, we was stuck on that corner
havin’ thoughts about being in warner
and the police, they keep tryna book me
why do my family gotta record ’em?
gotta tote on my g
i don’t wanna do it but i cannot go be a goner
like, i gotta show the real me
word to bro, with the gun or a mic
they call me a performer
may 5th, i got booked for a gun
september 5th, the day that i came home
i got out jail, we kicked it for a month
my bro went to court, now i’m screaming “free go”
heard the news and that sh*t had me stuck
need to feel a lil’ hot cause my heart getting cold
and i thought that everything get better
but then they took nazzy and sh*t had me broke
i’m on two feet, stayin’ 10 toes
youngest n*gga, i ain’t never fold
they could never tell me that i’m p*ssy and sh*t
’cause in jail, i did not have a pole
like, i had the scap, i had to go get crafty with it
anything going down, they know i never told
like, [?], they give me my infraction and sh*t
word to bro, sent me back to the hole
don’t got time for a b*tch, i been busy
know you lying when you say you miss me
acting cute when you out with your b*tches
and sh*t but you acting different when you with me
i don’t vent, i just talk to my sitchy
it keep telling me, “fever, just grip me”
it be times where i wanna just put down the gun
but they tryna do me like i’m diddy
took a sip, now i feel a lil’ tispy
and i can’t let them do me like nipsey
i don’t need me a b*tch screaming, “pick me”
if you love me, ride when it get sticky
and brodie the ticket, did it on his own
that’s why i keep tellin’ “jay, he got the city”
just keep rapping cause sh*t getting mixy
like he don’t gotta talk cause i’ma stay on 50
word to bro, i be thinkin’ bout chunky
15 for a kid, that’s a lot
i just want my brother to come home
but they tryna keep him in a box
i’m thinkin’ bout neighbor, i’m tryna stay calm
but something keep tellin’ me, i gotta flock
i got a big heart, i get it from my moms
they sayin’ i get my anger from my pops
but we don’t have talk and sh*t feelin’ odd
all the sh*t that i’ve been through, i’m questioning god
like, i know the reason you don’t be around
i only look for you when sh*t gettin’ hard
i know one day, i’m gon’ be a star
and i tell my brothers, “we are who we are”
i walk with my broom and hold this sh*t up like a trophy
cause this the sh*t that got me far
sg came home, a smile on my face
then i heard the news, the smile went away
like i want a home, just need a happy place
like, kapp coming home, today’s just not the day

- jay5ive lyrics

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