Jitt Satyr - Gifted

I could of let you hurt me
And leave with bruises
But I'm older now
And I'm more then a soldier too bitch
More than a soldier too bitch

Come from the dark side of the trenches
Been a long road but I handle business
I been having kinfolk ties in different cities
But I keep mob ties from where I'm living

The fuck you tripping, how I'm gifted

I was abled to dodge the bullets
That could of hit me
I was abled to find a better way
Then going to prison
I ain't even tripping, if you ass ain't trying to listen
I'd still been hard
If I was out here slanging disks

From the bottom
When the gravel get dragged in the kitchen
I ain't even fittin to lie
I fucked with plenty different women

That was the past
I put it down
This my life
I'm taking now
Fuck them chicken heads
And clowns
I'm trying chase the gravy now

Run this bag up
Till the sky fall and hit me in the head
I had locs and bredrens
Everybody had the fucking dreads

Came a long way from them solid beds
In this life I swear I'm so misled
Kiss your head tuck you in and say it

I could have let you hurt me
And leave with bruises
But Im older now
And more than soldier too bitch
More than a soldier too bitch
(Yeah)

I could have let you hurt me
And leave with bruises
But I'm older now
And more than a soldier too bitch
(Yeah, for real, Satyr)

Just in from the dark side of the trenches
Been a long road but I handle business
I been having kinfolk ties in different cities
But I keep mob ties from where I'm living

I'm fucking gifted

Having dreams about Tresia business
And Lahmya playing in the snow
While her momma staring out the door
Tripping.

I'm trying have you in this
Bitch with me.
Fuck all that playing innocent
Mommy, I'm trying to have you bumping 50

But we play to a hundred
So I got keep it with me
Maybe one day up in London
But right now I just wanna,
Take you to my city
Show the spotlights
That you going grow
With top big Jitty

Marcy hit me said she gotta keep it in the streets
Know that feeling but need you know that I'm a G
Been sinned on and gave them plenty
So whatever come and go was supposed to happen to me

Satry life nigga

Written by:
Jonathan Trapp

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