B166 JAH - The Devoted

Ayy, folks split, and people say they miss you
And all that lil' shit can turn into some
bigger issues
I had to get the hell up out the villa
Cause I ain't tryna feel what these boys popping pills about
I'm up a ticket now, had to stop from standing out
And here come Uncle Sam with his motherfuckin' hand out
And on my soul, shit, I just had to know If I could go and get what I was told
Had to hit the road, and I ain't ever folded And though my heart's solid, it ain't getting any colder
My pockets got deep, and actions got bolder
And folks that used to hate, try to copy, paste the motion
My language got coded, I found the truth and told it
Now everybody mad, cause everybody sober
Shit, I ain't make the rules, but I can sho meet the quotas
Sometimes I feel like I gotta do it solo, and that's just how it go
When you young and you black and getting money, that's just how it go
When you young and you black and getting money, yea

Written by:
James Turner

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