JQ Baby - This & That

Yeah
I told y'all boys
Y'all better watch them lil niggas bro
Everyday things
This and that
That and this
It start to happen more
Do a lot of shit
Now my own shadow got me paranoid
Shit part of the game
I know I can't be mad at that
The casket multiplying
We dealing wit the aftermath
This and that
That and this
It start to happen more
Do a lot of shit
Now my own shadow got me paranoid
This shit part of the game
I know I can't be mad at that
The casket multiplying
We dealing wit the aftermath
I know a lot of young niggas
Who just go trap to trap
I was Dr. Dre at a table
Learning the aftermath
Thought that I could stitch up every problem
With the workers and robbers
At the time
Shit I ain't have the facts
And it's another windy day
Shit expensive on my arms
Got me droppin' cash on fashion
That don't even keep my warm
Knowing I'll become a target
With me dressing down in charms
Feel like I'm doin too much
Ion think I'm doing enough
You might've lost but you got nana
You ain't losing enough
We had to swing duck swing
Shit that moving was tuff
Eviction notice just piling
My niggas scoping and wilding
Some niggas hoes and be childish
Just cuz they roll wit a stallion
Bitch
You know we hit them hoes without asking
It make me wonder how I hit 'em
Cuz ain't nigga have it
Son of a gun
Back on the run
Shit I was taught to be ratchet
Touchin stoves and got blisters
And start playing wit matches
This and that
That and this
It start to happen more
Do a lot of shit
Now my own shadow got me paranoid
Shit part of the game
I know I can't be mad at that
The casket multiplying
We dealing wit the aftermath
This and that
That and this
It start to happen more
Do a lot of shit
Now my own shadow got me paranoid
This shit part of the game
I know I can't be mad at that
The casket multiplying
We dealing wit the aftermath
Torn between a lot
Shit I know the shit I done
Knowing my son gone be a father
He gone have to raise a gun
Neighborhoods don't matter
They don't trip on where you from
You don't gotta have alot now
Niggas take you out for crumbs
Sittin thinking my enemy
Was my inner me
Switch my energy
But could never leave out my inner G
Eight looking at crack
Now they wishing it's shit I didn't see
Hate mama had to work
Telling myself I want like 50 keys
Niggas wouldn't let me
They knew I was a star
But they ain't have the heart to tell me
They loved my humbleness
So they ain't let me get big headed
I tried to get the work out
And they told me not to sweat it
It's confusing me now
The bitch I'm fucking speak her piece
I guess you used to me now
I felt them words right in my chest
Shit you abusing me now
For all them folks that fucked me over
Shit I look at you wit pity
Adding up numbers in hell
Nigga the aftermath ain't pretty
This and that
That and this
It start to happen more
Do a lot of shit
Now my own shadow got me paranoid
Shit part of the game
I know I can't be mad at that
The casket multiplying
We dealing wit the aftermath
This and that
That and this
It start to happen more
Do a lot of shit
Now my own shadow got me paranoid
This shit part of the game
I know I can't be mad at that
The casket multiplying
We dealing wit the aftermath

Written by:
Jacquarius Latimer

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