Far From Me - Jag, Problem

Tell her please don’t bother me

Spot look like a farmisy

Like them thick and chocolaty, she bone a thug with harmony

No amount is too tall for me, run up, I’m droppin you

Let them sticks start choppin, then hang out like a balkiny

Guns all round my property, track back, it move awkwardly

Your boo keep on hauntin me, keep that broke bitch far from me

Keep that broke bitch far from me, keep that broke bitch far from me

I been waitin on the big sail, put the work up on the big scail

Walkin round with the work on me, nigga, pot smellin like a fish tail

I got a lot on my mind

I been dealin with a hundred feends

Blew up, now I’m independent, labels sold a nigga like a hundred dreams

I been up for like ten years, I make them pay for like all the things

I can do a bitch fuckin mean, in my hood, nigga, pull a hundred strings

Bitch, don’t bother me, told that bitch don’t bother me

I’m tryna just burn here, bitch, shout out to Protagy

Last year did it properly, this year, buy a property

This shit like Monopoly, ain’t nobody stoppin me

Yeah, try and beat your ods, we goin meet your squad

Pull out the mac, yeah that boy shoot like Jesus, make you meet your god

Oh my god, me and Problem, that’s the dopest of the dope

Fresh to death, I’m in the Bentley, that’s a ghost inside a ghost

So much shit I gotta say, so much shit that’s on my mind

So I just be back and smoke, and put my focus on my grind

Tell her please don’t bother me

Spot look like a farmisy

Like them thick and chocolaty, she bone a thug with harmony

No amount is too tall for me, run up, I’m droppin you

Let them sticks start choppin, then hang out like a balkiny

Guns all round my property, track back, it move awkwardly

Your boo keep on hauntin me, keep that broke bitch far from me

Keep that broke bitch far from me, keep that broke bitch far from me

Salmon colored diamonds, all my niggas shinin

Hustle when he climb it, bought it with the Simons

Paper plain pilot, that was my assignment

Coope came with everything, except for a roof and milage

Stylish as a stylace, wildin, vibin, boy, we rich

Bought my drink from Zaddi, ghetto money off movin shit

We was more scared of them cops than we was scared of Freddy

Be this way for life, Jag and Problem, Martin and Eddie

Tell her please don’t bother me

Spot look like a farmisy

Like them thick and chocolaty, she bone a thug with harmony

No amount is too tall for me, run up, I’m droppin you

Let them sticks start choppin, then hang out like a balkiny

Guns all round my property, track back, it move awkwardly

Your boo keep on hauntin me, keep that broke bitch far from me

Keep that broke bitch far from me, keep that broke bitch far from me