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probably not - lil tjay lyrics

got a couple goons here with me in the spot
dummy try to run up on me then he gettin shot
don’t you look at me no funny way i might take what you got
they asked me if i changed ways probably not

i got n*ggas sitting up doing time they in the box
i remember on that block, i been whats fly, im f*ckin thots
n*ggas talkin like they with this sh*t they wasn’t sellin rocks
n*ggas talking like they with this sh*t they never get no guap
why you talking hot
we could spin the block, this off the top, f*ck the sh*t i wrote
this sh*t ain’t no joke, a n*gga run up on me, pistol to his throat
ima take his life, leave him at thе light
these n*ggas talking like thеy with this sh*t, i see him its on sight
and my future looking bright, im tryna get to different levels
angel on my shoulder on the other side the devil
n*ggas talking like they with this sh*t and they ain’t on my level
bout to cop a richard mille flooded on the bezel
f*ck the opps them n*ggas meddle
ain’t none im tryna settle
f*ck around i get em gone, call brodie like whats the schedule
corny, i call the kettle
knew i was something special
fell in love with the studio, sh*t i’m happy i met you
i’m a real one, speaking from them trenches
i got n*ggas locked down behind the fences
(i’m a real one, real one, speaking from them trenches)
(i got n*ggas locked down behind the fences)
i done moved my mom out the hood to a better place
did a couple things but no slackin time to elevate
n*ggas hate but in reality i know i’m living great
i don’t care, i bet you wish you had a better face
pickin up the pace, i don’t care to lose the ones who can’t relate
i’m grateful like a mother f*cker, i don’t celebrate
onna paper chase, its gon be a problem if my paper late
day*to*day i been bustin sweat out like its labor day
i’m workin hard, in the studio, steady on my grind
money on my mind this sh*t got me on a different time
overtime, 24/7 it’s a cold of mine
head*ups any situation you ain’t fold mine
talking on the gram all jacks till we slide thru
4*5 bullets through ya back you gon die too
realize you don’t really want smoke, i advise you
we really livid, i can’t tell you what the guys do
free my n*gga mini mack he shoot sh*t he like 5’2
claiming what you didn’t do, you p*ssy i despise you
rather have a rival than have a fake friend
i been through some sh*t that i won’t ever do again
i’m still riding till the end, loyalty no pretend
if i call you my brother then you blood f*ck a friend
got some new sh*t that extend, if a n*gga tryna run me oh noo
got a couple goons here with me in the spot
dummy try to run up on me then he getting shot
don’t you look at me no funny way i might take what you got
they asked me if i changed ways probably not

- lil tjay lyrics

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