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JD On Tha Track Niggas can say what they want say what they want they must not want me to win This shit not cap you a ten I lost a friend I see an opp I go in Got me some shit that extend you just all talk how you ain't never come spin I told my mama to grin we at the top I ain't been broke in a min' Father my bad for the sin since I begin I just got lost in the wind I had to save up for bro he need a lawyer he gotta come home again I need like fifty a show that's how it go I pick up half at the end Young nigga settin' a trend copped me a Bimmer truly I wanted a Benz Everybody grind everybody eat I been on my grind on my two feet Butterfly doors it's a two-seat JT finna punch call it Bruce Lee We'll spin a nigga block only two deep Nigga ran out his socks like a new feet Remy Mack got knocked but he loopy Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci And the good die young said Poochie Walk around with two chops Lil Ducie Outta town finna cop Lil Uzi Know a lot of pussy niggas wanna shoot me Wear my hat to the back I ain't woopty Had your main bitch eat she a groupie I remember block days it was 2P In the cell writin' bars under two sheets I remember when the crib had no heat I remember when the opps wanted no beef I remember spinnin' blocks in a stoley Seen a nigga get burned with a bogey I done seen a good kid startin' OD I done seen bro die front of police So I try not to cry every day now Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down If you hit pussy nigga better stay down You ain't never moved guns through the Greyhound You ain't never gon' spin when it came down And I really wanna hear what you say now Keep a pole every day we don't play 'round Backpack got a stash it's a spray ground I remember tryna jugg out the playground In the stu' goin' hard every day now no no Niggas can say what they want say what they want they must not want me to win This shit not cap you a ten I lost a friend I see an opp I go in Got me some shit that extend you just all talk how you ain't never come spin I told my mama to grin we at the top I ain't been broke in a min' Father my bad for the sin since I begin I just got lost in the wind I had to save up for bro he need a lawyer he gotta come home again I need like fifty a show that's how it go I pick up half at the end Young nigga settin' a trend copped me a Bimmer truly I wanted a Benz I hope my mother forgive shit that I did she ain't expect from a kid It's just the way that it is stick to your biz 'fore you start runnin' your jibs I know some killers and goons I send 'em lurkin' they finna get you by noon You could get swept like a broom heaven got room you finna go up there soon What you assume Had to eat I ain't start with no spoon Feel like brother just got me in tune Now I'm finna shoot off to the moon Numbers goin' like Sonic they zoom Bitches fiendin' to give up they coo' Made a milli' so long from a goo I'ma have me a billion soon nah nah I'ma reach for the stars Ice gon' cop me a new Audemar Had to let go like five at the bar Told the dealership upgrade my car I be the man two milli' plus on the 'Gram learn what you don't understand You just a fan soon as you saw me you ran bro caught a hit off the Xan' Boy I'ma blam that's what you don't understand no we ain't finna throw hands no no Nigga tryna steal my shine I'ma clap 'fore you try to take mine No no no no Lately I been on my grind for a fact we gon' all be fine No no no no Haters tryna waste my time for a fact I don't pay 'em no mind Niggas can say what they want say what they want they must not want me to win This shit not cap you a ten I lost a friend I see an opp I go in Got me some shit that extend you just all talk how you ain't never come spin I told my mama to grin we at the top I ain't been broke in a min' Father my bad for the sin since I begin I just got lost in the wind I had to save up for bro he need a lawyer he gotta come home again I need like fifty a show that's how it go I pick up half at the end Young nigga settin' a trend copped me a Bimmer truly I wanted a Benz