J Dot - Realest Shit I Ever Wrote

This probably the realest shit I ever wrote
I'll probably be dead fo I stop selling dope
This probably the realest shit I ever wrote
Realest shit, you gone get out of me
My kids, I owe an apology
I pray to God they don't follow me
I'll probably be dead fo' I stop selling dope
Not my nigga, not gone ride with me
We stand on principles, nigga, we different
We do not belong in society
And I'm speaking clearly, bitch, I barely smoke
Maybe gone die single, probably
Only one bitch got my heart, and my other half
She do not see eye to eye with me
Life is summed up by this mothafuckin' quote
Experiences and what they've been taught
Equals man's train of thought
Pack finna touchdown, I gotta cross my fingers
Price probably finna come down, FedEx is the wide receiver
Got dreams of this bust down, put ten bands on my finger
If this app say delivered, then I'm finna get it
And probably spend the night with Tina
We all waiting for a touchdown
Got a life full of fumbling
Streams bringing these numbers in
Gotta find me a publicist
Can't forget bout the publishing
Forget who I was running with
It's probably gone hurt you, but clean up your circle, man
Watch who you fucking with
Free all my niggas that's gone
Y'all know that I got you
But besides Geezy, everyone I come through for
When I was locked did not shoot me a dollar
But I don't hold nothing against you
My dawgs, I love you, I miss you
But all these words from the heart niggas
And sometimes that shit be on my mental
Pops, I got love for you, but I ain't no kid, homie
Can't believe that it's coming to this
But it is what it is mommy
Only thing they gone remember
Is the shit that they did for me
Only thing I'm gone remember
Is y'all tryna take both my kids from me
This probably the realest shit I ever wrote
Realest shit, you gone get out of me
My kids, I owe an apology
I pray to God they don't follow me
I'll probably be dead fo' I stop selling dope
Not my nigga, not gone ride with me
We stand on principles, nigga, we different
We do not belong in society
And I'm speaking clearly, bitch, I barely smoke
Maybe gone die single, probably
Only one bitch got my heart, and my other half
She do not see eye to eye with me
Life is summed up by this mothafuckin' quote
Experiences and what they've been taught
Equals man's train of thought
Certain niggas, man, y'all ain't the same to me
I seen pressure bust pipes, nigga
Man, now y'all is lames to me
Bitch, I did 8 years straight
I ain't cry not a day, homie
Bitch, I stayed ten toes down
You can put a whole gang on me
I don't give blood money to a hoe
Every day I'm taking a risk
I'd rather make it rain on my clique
Than to make it rain on a bitch
I'd rather a kill and get judged by 12
Than to get hit and get carried by six
I'd rather take my chances with a brick
Than to take my chances on a lick
I am not knocking no nigga
On how they be getting they money
You a daddy with kids
And you is the one that is filling they tummy
Unless you got paperwork
Do not tell me that no nigga is fishy
Almost fell out with my nigga
Cause another nigga said he was snitching
Jasmine, I love you for holding me down
Man, we was just thugging
Mone' Geonni left the label
He started his own, so gone head and run it
We all from the same hood
You was there Washed Money was nothing
So because of that nigga
I am not gone take your name off the cover
This probably the realest shit I ever wrote
Realest shit, you gone get out of me
My kids, I owe an apology
I pray to God they don't follow me
I'll probably be dead fo' I stop selling dope
Not my nigga, not gone ride with me
We stand on principles, nigga, we different
We do not belong in society
And I'm speaking clearly, bitch, I barely smoke
Maybe gone die single, probably
Only one bitch got my heart, and my other half
She do not see eye to eye with me
Life is summed up by this mothafuckin' quote
Experiences and what they've been taught
Equals man's train of thought
This probably the realest shit I ever wrote
I'll probably be dead fo I stop selling dope

Written by:
Derek Brantley

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find