TwAn J - Gtj.2.0 (Prod. Ric & Thadeus)

Smoke jays to tha face, Rock jays unlaced
TwAn J, FAH
Man,dats awl it take

Every mornin, Tony hit my window, time to grind
Wake and bake den crank a beat and jot a, couple lines
F.a.H had started up and we had, built a team
Hit a couple spots and dey cud feel my, self esteem
We was screamin, yellin over niggas when dey spoke
Everybody muggin so u kno we aynt a joke
BDS was printed on our t shirts white and black
But my Instagram and twitter name was on tha back
Who u came for
Oh we came for TwAn J
What's yo name
Cawl tha whole clique FAH
Check tha flyer
Dey was like my fuckin band
Check tha show tho
I look like tha fuckin man
Had a plan
Niggas had agendas
Freaks came
Ate mine up for dinnuh
Freaks gon
Dey was on a mission
Homies gon
Some of em we missin

Rest in peace like ten times
Folks gon, I'm still here
Raise a child dat aynt shyt
Only thang I still fear
God keep on blessin me
One thang dats still clear
Hadta cut tha fake folk
Like a pair of steel shears

Had friends, dey flopped
So I jes say 'fuck em'
Yea u kno I still love em
But I still say 'fuck em'
Tawlkin shyt to a ass hole
Niggas aynt said nothin
Ridin roun to TwAn J
Cuz I don't fuck wit nothin

Written by:
Antwan Jennings

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