JD On Tha Track

N**gas can say what they want say what they want

They must not want me to win

This sh*t not cap you a ten I lost a friend

I see an opp I go in

Got me some sh*t that extend you just all talk

How you ain't never come spin

I told my mama to grin we at the top

I ain't been broke in a min'

Father my bad for the sin since I begin

I just got lost in the wind

I had to save up for bro he need a lawyer

He gotta come home again

I need like fifty a show that's how it go

I pick up half at the end

Young n**ga settin' a trend copped me a Bimmer truly

I wanted a Benz

Everybody grind everybody eat

I been on my grind on my two feet

Butterfly doors it's a two-seat

JT finna punch call it Bruce Lee

We'll spin a n**ga block only two deep

N**ga ran out his socks like a new feet

Remy Mack got knocked but he loopy

Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci

And the good die young said Poochie

Walk around with two chops Lil Ducie

Outta town finna cop Lil Uzi

Know a lot of p**sy n**gas wanna shoot me

Wear my hat to the back I ain't woopty

Had your main b**ch eat she a groupie

I remember block days it was 2P

In the cell writin' bars under two sheets

I remember when the crib had no heat

I remember when the opps wanted no beef

I remember spinnin' blocks in a stoley

Seen a n**ga get burned with a bogey

I done seen a good kid startin' OD

I done seen bro die front of police

So I try not to cry every day now

Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down

If you hit p**sy n**ga better stay down

You ain't never moved guns through the Greyhound

You ain't never gon' spin when it came down

And I really wanna hear what you say now

Keep a pole every day we don't play 'round

Backpack got a stash it's a spray ground

I remember tryna jugg out the playground

In the stu' goin' hard every day now no no

N**gas can say what they want say what they want

They must not want me to win

This sh*t not cap you a ten I lost a friend