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symphany - social class jay lyrics

[intro]
houston, houston
yeahx4 you can’t hate on what’s

[hook]
leanin’ like im off a 5th of the henny
doubkle my cup and that’s word to kidney
i swear don’t f-ck with none of you niggas
none of you niggas that’s word to my city
but i know that you niggas remember me
hit from the back make that lil b-tch remember me
hittin c notes, what symphony ahh
you can’t hate on what’s meant to be dawg

[verse 1]
f-ck all you niggas that’s stuck in atlanta in cali with carti and we blowing strong
shout out my b-tches that’s all in atlanta that send naked pics to my phone when i’m gone
but don’t hit my phone
oh that’s your man
well hit me when he gone
oh you rolling up grams
i don’t even smoke blunts so put that in a bong
cause what go better with some fire than a flame
niggas talk but that shit go with the game
i know the xans wasn’t part of the plan
but what go better with a pill then a plane
and when i land i go see the fam
kc eric amg thats the game
bryce got the rover thats outta my range
but im in the benz so i can’t complain
uh plus my big bro he just went got a beamer might hit the city might throw up some singles
i live every night like it’s prom night for seniors
and then go to sleep and have dreams of arenas
i’m k!lling them all
f-ck em all ain’t no feelings involved
just left the lot ain’t ceilings involved
7 figure nigga but still not the one you should call
cause when i was at the bottom you didn’t f-ck with me at all
you didn’t f-ck with at all you didn’t f-ck with me at all

[verse 2]
you can’t hate on what’s meant to be dawg
hit that b-tch like she meant for ahh
since a young nigga i had ball
hunnid racks soon as i get the call
say you love me but i know the game
you love me then go get my name
shit on niggas come through leave a stain
i got hunnids let you keep the change
let niggas tell it they say that they made me but i could give a f-ck bout niggas think
i’m the one that had to go hit the road, i’m the one that put the gas in the tank
i’m the one that had to go do them shows, i’m the on that put my soul on the stage
i’m the one that came up straight from the bottom so i’m the one that’s going straight to the bank
aye i left my mom in atlanta
like your son got some shit to go handle
hit the west now i’m lit like a candle
but nah dawg i ain’t hollywood
i still roll a 1/8 in a wood
i still roll through a and i’m good
aye don’t get this shit misunderstood but this shit for houston

- social class jay lyrics

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