Jae Anthonie - Tijuana

Maybe I should move to Tijuana
or Maybe I should get a grip
Put down the pills
Stop smoking this marijuana
But lately I've been on my shit
Taking these risks
I wanna see life in bliss,
Little bro bright, he'll take the assist
Now look at this paper, Im making it rip
Give me business I make it legit
Im praying to God that he gave me a purpose
And now that I found it I'm making it worth it
Cus granny is sick and I never was perfect
Not wasting my life 9 to 5 working
Im searching for Power so give me respect
Wanna be busta? Im breaking your neck
Because what your worth, I can bring in a check
If nothing ain't right then I'm making a left
Takin my time but I put in the reps
See some results, then I make an invest
Can never go back into being in debt
But some sacrifices I had to accept
Now getting that feeling of determination is overwhelming but can not complain
Cus nothing compares when nobody cares what's really happening inside of your brain
That nobody becomes somebody
And somebody's catching more bodies
And that's how we make enemies it took me sometime in becoming a G

Ever since a youngin I've been living by my own
I been gettin to this paper way before I had a phone
Now that haters on my radar and these chicks just wanna bone so
One Day imma move to Tijuana on the low but till then
Get it get it get it wow
Get it get it get it oh
Get it get it get it wow
Get it get it get it oh

I had to sell packs in order to breathe
But now all my haters are closer to me
My friend overdosed
My family went ghost
I made enough dealing I made in a dream
The more that I'm making I make enemies
More than a legend Im claiming to be
The environments changing I'm making a flee
The more people change I may not compete
Hold up
I'm never gonna shift
I'm never gonna break
I'm never gonna bend or fold up
And since I'm a Mac I had to go iPhone making the brick Motorola
But people started messing with revenue
I started to feel like I'm bulletproof
But when plug visits I'm vulnerable
And the way he looks is uncomfortable
Stopped thinking I'm perfect
Then started to think is it really all worth it
Cus gettin this money is more than a drug when you stop the feeling of worthless
Destroying yourself on purpose like why the fuck did I want this
Maybe I'm coming to senses I said I'll move and I meant it

Ever since a youngin I've been living by my own
I been gettin to this paper way before I had a phone
Now that haters on my radar and these chicks just wanna bone so
One Day imma move to Tijuana on the low but till then
Get it get it get it wow
Get it get it get it oh
Get it get it get it wow
Get it get it get it, oh

Get it get it get it wow
Get it get it get it oh

Written by:
John Pratt

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