Slizzard - Obn Jay, JayDaYoungan

What up, Rippah?

Oh, oh

Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me

I wrap up them wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep

Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me

Wrap up the wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep

Don’t understand, how could you let me down?

Say, bro, don’t bother me

That fake shit, I never knew how to do it, that shit be hard for me

Ho cross the line, I cut her off, I’ma make sure the bitch don’t play again

Drippin' major sauce when I step out, I guess I’m settin' trends

Cautious of fake shit, fuck gettin' close, no, I can’t let you in

Come through with them yoppers, youngins hangin' out the Sprinter van

We rollin' on Perkies, puff on the X, ready to do whatever

Police took my burner, I had to go cop a new Beretta

Was young as the fuck, pops had went to jail, he steady writin' letters

Now I’m growin' up like thug life, they say his daddy in him

We movin' in the fast time, don’t play with my mental

I’ll spend my last dime to bring back all my niggas

And now I’m on the headline, I’m chasin' buku figures

Shout out to my niggas livin' grimy, them my fuckin' slizzards

I been gettin' oh so high, tryna take my pain away

I know that all the good die young, but I just can’t today, oh no

I been grindin' for a minute, I’m just tryna get a roll

Bitch, just stay up out my business, I don’t say, then you don’t know

Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me

Wrap up the wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep

Don’t understand, how could you let me down?

Say, bro, don’t bother me

That fake shit, I never knew how to do it, that shit be hard for me

Ho cross the line, I cut her off, I’ma make sure the bitch don’t play again

Drippin' major sauce when I step out, I guess I’m settin' trends

Cautious of fake shit, fuck gettin' close, no, I can’t let you in

Come through with them yoppers, youngins hangin' out the Sprinter van

Slide through with them sticks, fuck who you with, bitch, we gon' spin a bend

Up the drake and hit and if we miss we still gon' spin again

No, I ain’t got no pic so when I spit I aim above the chin

I live the life of sin, you fuck with mines, I bring yours to an end

Feel I can’t win, all my brothers in the pen

I can’t do no friends, they all pussy and pretend

And these scary ass niggas, they know what it is

They be throwin' up slang through the wind

If we catch 'em in traffic, we gon' let 'em have it

My steppers, they gon' do you in

I been tryna keep my head high but that shit hard for me

I be on them Perkies every night, it’s hard to sleep

He touch my chain, I gotta take a life, step on that boy for me

We at your house, you know this shit outside, all in your yard, we creep

Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me

Wrap up the wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep

Don’t understand, how could you let me down?

Say, bro, don’t bother me

That fake shit, I never knew how to do it, that shit be hard for me

Ho cross the line, I cut her off, I’ma make sure the bitch don’t play again

Drippin' major sauce when I step out, I guess I’m settin' trends

Cautious of fake shit, fuck gettin' close, no, I can’t let you in

Come through with them yoppers, youngins hangin' out the Sprinter van

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