JQ Baby - Dance In The Flare

Yeah
I ain't choose shit nigga
This shit chose me
From the beef, the hoes and ops
I even picked codeine
And I won't trade this shit for nothin'
I won't trade it
I ain't have a silver spoon
My brodie said I had to take it
Yeah
Yeah
And I'm down to take it there yeah
Get my niggas out the projects
I know this shit sound rare yeah
Make it to a hunned thousand
Just to make these bitches stare yeah
My hood go up in flames
I might be dancing in the flare yeah
Just dancing in the flare
Since I was a jit
Them niggas knew that I was hell
My grandma started hating
Telling me she saving bail
My mama thinking graduation
But them people thinking cell
I finally hit my first blunt
So I got used to takin' Ls
Was walking up to Kash & Karry
My OGs was making sales
But I ain't have the cash to carry
I was bout to take it there
Shit I was on a ugly corner
Where them folks ain't playing fair
But I ain't never think about it
Cuz I had my lady there
And then my bitch done broke my heart
A nigga cried about it
Mama asking me what's wrong
And shit I lied about it
Shit I ain't never think a bitch could really get that pride up out me
So I linked up with Duke and them
And then I had them ties around me
I remember
Niggas can't surrender
To pussy boys and pretenders
Niggas on Zaxby's timing
I wondered what made em tender
Starving myself at school
And just saving the shit for dinner
Thought the struggle got a nigga
But it only made a winner
I ain't choose shit nigga
This shit chose me
From the beef, the hoes and ops
I even picked codeine
And I won't trade this shit for nothin'
I won't trade it
I ain't have a silver spoon
My brodie said I had to take it
Yeah
Yeah
And I'm down to take it there yeah
Get my niggas out the projects
I know this shit sound rare yeah
Make it to a hunned thousand
Just to make these bitches stare yeah
My hood go up in flames
I might be dancing in the flare yeah
Just dancing in the flare
Still got love for niggas
That's trapping out by the station
Sposed to have a one on one
But Dawg got put in isolation
Where niggas faking like they shootin'
Moving with some hesitation
I put the shit in a journal
I'm hoping for detonation
And I been doing hella shit
Just to have them franks around me
I done lost a lot of niggas
Wonder what if they think about me
I been missing my old bitch
I wonder do she think about me
While I'm sitting in a breezeway
Twenty deep with gang around me
They say everything a hustle
I'm looking for the nigga that made everyday a struggle
Wanted candy painted whips
With the rims that dry up puddles
My uncle told me it's a hunnid ways to get that bread and butter
So why the fuck I watch you suffer
We in a whole different time
Shit the OGs ain't real
Like the niggas that told me I better keep that steel
Just until I make it out
Cuz shit the streets ain't real
Staying in abandoned homes
Until we see them hills
I promise
I ain't choose shit nigga
This shit chose me
From the beef, the hoes and ops
I even picked codeine
And I won't trade this shit for nothin'
I won't trade it
I ain't have a silver spoon
My brodie said I had to take it
Yeah
Yeah
And I'm down to take it there yeah
Get my niggas out the projects
I know this shit sound rare yeah
Make it to a hunned thousand
Just to make these bitches stare yeah
My hood go up in flames
I might be dancing in the flare yeah
Just dancing in the flare

Written by:
Jacquarius Latimer

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