JRose5 - Till Infinity (feat. Zay 5th & Staxks)

Get rich can't die trying
I feel like Tony Stark with this iron
You said you outside you be lying
Get low once we hear them sirens
You get caught better stay silent
She like Zay you too violent
But she know how a young nigga live
On fifth bugging since a jit
Started playing ball then I picked up a stick
We getting to it and we taking trips
We make a movie posted on they strip
Heard you had pack but I heard you ain't flip
How you taking trips you ain't taking no risks
He moving wrong check him off the list
How you taking trips if we taking trips
He moving wrong check him off the
Check
Yo bro go up that score
We got a pack but we really need more
If he moving wrong click until he fall
Moving wrong pull up to his door
Moving wrong pull up to his door

Yo rose
They yell rose go spin
Up it start bugging throw ten
Give a fuck if they call it a sin
Cause you know what it is
Grew up living life on the fifth
They talking they talking retaliate
I don't even get mad I wait
Sit back with the smiley face
Like let's get it
Come spin if you with it
I'll show you what's the difference
Between me you and them bitches
Like like like Thor keep a hammer
In a jam you know I won't jam up
Like I don't think they understand us
You weak in the knees
Nigga need to stand up man up
Said
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Nigga speak money you sound like you mumbling
Straight out the ave pop out and we dumping shit
Talk out your mouth nigga is you dumb and shit
Chopping it up like we was the lumber men
Spinning your block this gun on its stutter shit
Fifth on a roll like we was the butter bitch
Eee Eee Eee

Creep up fire it's easy
They taking L's after L's it's a repeat
And we still die Ls on the same street
Call up Ace he gone tweak they don't want beef
Fuck around you gone go thinking shit sweet
Like like I don't know what they thought
If they run in the trap sending shots through the door
Like can't show no remorse
And they still in the crib
They ain't jump off the porch
Like fuck it walk up toting
V five two nine and we on that of course
Of course
Like I don't know what they thought
Glah glah glah glah glah
Showing no sympathy
Give a fuck it they feeling me
Shitting me
Like I'm throwing shots at the enemy
I got the remedy and you can not belittle me

Written by:
Jada Wade

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