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on a mission - obn jay lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, start it back, tim)
(yo, vicky)

[chorus]
i’m in the back of the maybach, me and my glizzy
just left the hood, i made a left right by mckinley
when i’m movin’ ’round, i’m good, i got a stick that hold a fifty
if he play, then i’ma knock him out his fit for f*ckin’ with me
i’m fresh to death, this from the head down to the kicks, i sport balencis
grab my jewelry, put my cuban on and then put on my tennis
get to the point to where it’s easy, every three months, i make a milly
i can’t stop because i feel like i’m not done, i’m on a mission

[verse 1]
thuggin’ in dallas with beanie sigel
still clutchin’ my heater and i came with my people, oh
climb up the ladder, get out the struggle
then pull out your brothers, i know i’m a hustler, yeah
price for the low*low, he sell it, then go get some more
when he sleep, he check the windows with glocks up under the pillows
if you cross him, that’s a no*no
big money, still in that four*door
go f*ck with 40 on east polk with junkies fiendin’ ’bout real dope

[bridge]
i hit the highway (highway)
makin’ money, don’t fly away (fly away)
well, there’s gotta be a better way (better way)
a better way, better way, yeah
[chorus]
i’m in the back of the maybach, me and my glizzy (me and my glizzy)
just left the hood, i made a left right by mckinley (right by mckinley)
when i’m movin’ ’round, i’m good, i got a stick that hold a fifty
if he play, then i’ma knock him out his fit for f*ckin’ with me
i’m fresh to death, this from the head down to the kicks, i sport balencis
grab my jewelry, put my cuban on and then put on my tennis
get to the point to where it’s easy, every three months, i make a milly
i can’t stop because i feel like i’m not done, i’m on a mission

[verse 2]
i’m a don dada, i am not one of them
just me and my f&n and green tips come up out of them
they say money ’cause problems, well, f*ck it, i’m solvin’ ’em
hoes tried to play on my top, so now, i just be d*gg*n’ ’em
and i been thuggin’ since little, since f*ckin’ with paul and ’em
thank god daddy helped me out, i was broker than all of them
most of ’em declined the phone when they knew i was callin’ ’em
and i must, i must admit, to this day, i thank all of them (thank you)

[chorus]
i’m in the back of the maybach, me and my glizzy (me and my glizzy)
just left the hood, i made a left right by mckinley
when i’m movin’ ’round, i’m good, i got a stick that hold a fifty
if he play, then i’ma knock him out his fit for f*ckin’ with me
i’m fresh to death, this from the head down to the kicks, i sport balencis
grab my jewelry, put my cuban on and then put on my tennis
get to the point to where it’s easy, every three months, i make a milly
i can’t stop because i feel like i’m not done, i’m on a mission

- obn jay lyrics

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