Jbo Galore - Days

I got a few plays that got motion
I got a few plays that got nothing
Ain't nun for you to say bout it, hush
Everybody came out the gutter we don't play bout a onion
Yes I can say what I got I done earned it
Ever since day one fell off I been clutching
One in the head I can die by my lonely
No military, hit a few unemployment
Nah, I'm just cappin' I can match you a 20
Waking up praying by racks in the morning
I can put on custom drip for days ain't no pic I'm portraying
I swear I can wear what I want yea
A few n***** thought they was bold
I guess they was plannin' on dying
I know some n***** who told and still think they safe when outside
Please do not think of no ultra when you hear this sound like, fye fye
Them babies start crying
Money out the streets you ain't having enough
Ain't worried bout the best make sure the pack go dumb
Ya beat a murder case, I'm goin' hats off
Never tried to take my mans off, but my mans tried to give me bad clout
N***** still sitting on the same few ounces
We was steady getting them bags in, and them bags out
You run up them racks and then they gon ask how
Every verse got a tab now, just come with that cash or 2 or 3 bags or sum
That's not how I rap
I know why they mad they freestylin' cap
You can tell 'em the facts
They gon run my name across the whole map yea
I got a few plays that got motion
I got a few plays that got nothing
Ain't nun for you to say bout it, hush
Everybody came out the gutter we don't play 'bout an onion
Yes I can say what I got I done earned it
Ever since day one fell off I been clutching
One in the head I can die by my lonely
No military, hit a few unemployment
Nah, I'm just cappin' I can match you a 20
Waking up praying by racks in the morning
I can put on custom drip for days ain't no pic I'm portraying
I swear I can wear what I want yea
Took a few losses through the pandemic
I still ended up runnin' up a ticket
Family been worrying, ain't been home in a minute
I'm out on my own tryna bring home them riches
Can't put on my shoes and try to take inches
Invest it right back do a real flip
Only let off 3 shots and then twin ass was telling me
Need to have 2 or 3 full clips
Ain't touching no pots it was glocks in this trap
In a week I'll be mad if this still here
I just want y'all to be careful with them cartiers
They been walking around and been thinking they real
Watch out for bad bitches they still could be 12
I done got my weight up no felter
Punches hot Ima give em Mayweather
Paper money that's all on my schedule

Written by:
Justin Johnson

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