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elementary - jusblow600 lyrics

[produced by cash money ap & josue beats]

[intro: jusblow & rich boy jay’nine]
been totin’ that .40 since i was a shorty
when i was 15, had a clip that was twice my age, had a different gun for different days
shoot his block up four different ways
i’m 100 times six, i ain’t switchin’ ways
in a foreign with your b-tch, i be switchin’ lanes
it’s a new pack, your homie got cooked today
young jd, run that sh-t back, man
cash money ap

[chorus: jusblow]
been doing this sh-t since elementary
you ain’t a ten year n-gga, then you ain’t sh-t to me
i ain’t your homie, i ain’t your bro, n-gga, you ain’t kin to me
lot of n-ggas be snakes, they call ’em frenemies
i be gettin’ to the money, man, f-ck my enemies
i only smoke backwoods when i smoke my enemies
stay bussin’ off a flat, b-tch, i love that ecstasy
we been doing this sh-t since elementary

[verse 1: jusblow]
been totin’ that .40 since i was a shorty
when i was 15, had a clip that was twice my age, had a different gun for different days
shoot his block up four different ways
i’m 100 times six, i ain’t switchin’ ways
in a foreign with your b-tch, i be switchin’ lanes
it’s a new pack, your homie got cooked today
keep a backwood rolled, i stay off my enemies
want a feature from ‘blow? it’s gon’ be about a key
when i was down on my -ss, man, you wasn’t friends with me
one shot, head shot, took him out like kennedy
baby, these n-ggas ain’t crazy
30 on me like i’m born in the ’80s
racks in my pockets, i know that they hate it
tellin’ my mama, “i know i’ma make it”
way i was raised, no handouts, go take it
lot of these rappers, they lyin’, they fakin’
lovin’ that b-tch, but to me, she so basic
black-on-black crime, so my gun is a racist

[chorus: jusblow & rich boy jay’nine]
been doing this sh-t since elementary
you ain’t a ten year n-gga, then you ain’t sh-t to me (you ain’t sh-t to me, b-tch)
i ain’t your homie, i ain’t your bro, n-gga, you ain’t kin to me (f-ck n-gga, f-ck n-gga)
lot of n-ggas be snakes, they call ’em frenemies
i be gettin’ to the money, man, f-ck my enemies (f-ck my enemies, b-tch)
i only smoke backwoods when i smoke my enemies (dead n-ggas, dead opps)
stay bussin’ off a flat, b-tch, i love that ecstasy (i’m bussin’, i’m rollin’)
we been doing this sh-t since elementary

[verse 2: rich boy jay’nine]
pop out the cut with that nean-thing
we ridin’, lurkin’ in a steam-thing
green beam turn a n-gga ‘to a string bean
and my name ring bells like, “ding! ding!”
jay’nine, man, i’m in this b-tch
jay’nine, man, i’m in this b-tch
slide down yo’ block, windows tinted, b-tch
‘member days i was wearin’ [?] linted ‘fits
with my brothers, but i’m still independent, b-tch
if you wanna start war, we’ll finish it
r.i.p., slide through and we flippin’ sh-t
everyday i’m in the kitchen ’cause i’m whippin’ sh-t
roll up, i’m so high, feel like i’m touchin’ the sky
maison margielas so fly
i can’t even lie, both of my 30’s, they bi
i’m from the jungle, the chi
you dissin’ a r, therefore, do you wanna die?
alright, just wait, we’ll slide high
gun go “bang!” 30’s on 30’s on 30’s, that’s why i can’t even lie
(b-tch, b-tch, ugh!)

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