J Minor - Wedding Cake

Uhhh
Uhhh
Uhhh
Uhhh
(Jay)
Uhhh
Uhhh
Look
I put my right hand to God
Make me nervous I'm blowing
I don't fuck with these clowns
You show em love they back dooring
I say what's up and keep moving
But critiquing your jokes
How you banging online
When your people the folks
Drench my collar with gold
Man me winning so old
Loud pack cover your nose
Ain't no excuse if you told
Morals and principles old
Ain't no surprise when they fold
Leave when I want cause I drove
A walking lick yeah I know
I'm too smart to let em trick me out my place
They talking through the internet, I'm stepping to your face
I gotta guard my heart from the rats and the snakes
My son ask me, Dada why the police hate our race
I gave my love and my loyalty I didn't get it back
Some people tell you they love ya just to hear it back
Hanging out at the trap just so you can rap
Put your feelings aside, they holding you back
Compliment in her public
So she know that I love her
Fuck a nigga opinion
She let me fuck with no rubber
Risk it all out here hustling
But I never boast
These instagram D Boys be doing the most
Yeah I know, I know the camera new
Them white boys with the badge been itching to shoot
And I plead with my people, please don't loot
We mad as fuck, what you thinking a nigga gone do
My feelings for these streets, they been gone
When I was down at my worst, I was all alone
Penitentiary calls on my cell phone
I'm God's son you can tell by my skin tone
Die for my legacy
I aint going for nothing nigga I'm scared of me
Why the fuck are you speaking you not ahead of me
Popping bottles of Ace this aint no Hennessy
Only fans for sale but that pussy for free

Written by:
Larry Pittman, Quonsheryl Pittman

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