j. finesse still remember şarkı sözleri

You know like It takes a lot for a player to talk about his feelings You know what I'm sayin To hop on these beats every time Give you that real, give you that pain You feel me like I feel like a lotta niggas don't understand what it takes To do this shit You feel me Like a lotta niggas gotta understand craft Gotta understand skill Know what I'm saying Gotta know what it is to hop on the beat And make this type shit Gang Please do not tell me that shit I aint come here in the right mood to hear that I'm coming in this on some f*ck shit So tell em niggas brace for impact A champion, leader, warrior They be hating whenever I get back They sit on computers all day But you know niggas make errors like syntax I used to be down in the dust I had to freshen shit up like a tic tac My metal is never gone rust Paper so long you can cheque it and print that Matter fact just ask my accountant Lately I'm talking bout money in thousands Lately I'm talking bout money in hours Lately I'm talking bout money in showers Still remember days that I couldnt shower Now I'm at the top of the tower They see me and thinking shit sweet then its sour Cause I check a nigga Like he was a toddler And she give me good brain like a doctor I'm too focused keep sending me offers If I do it, I'm doing it proper And I put that shit on the cross Jamal crawford If you seeing us eat its a feast I be running up bag for my bros every week And that food that we eating is different cuisine French bitch come serve us Say bon appetit I'm different I could never give into the system One of one sticking in my position And the whole world gone be my witness Its live on sight, I don't really care who by your side Shots hit his tee, now he looking like sauce on rice Shit struck your pride, now you called like five of your guys Got two of my guys thats so much pack now we so high Get it Cause I'm tryna say that we smoked em In my life had a lot that I soaked in But I'm still staying stuck like I'm doping When you walking up, my bros in the cut They say thats the boss don't approach him I had to run it up monday to sunday Niggas was too busy loafting Still remember days that I couldnt shower Now I'm at the top of the tower They see me and thinking shit sweet then its sour Cause I check a nigga Like he was a toddler And she give me good brain like a doctor I'm too focused keep sending me offers If I do it, I'm doing it proper And I put that shit on the cross Jamal Crawford You know how Jamal Crawford was crossing shit Like I put that shit on the cross you feel me You know what I'm saying like I make plays bro I really hustle If I didnt make a play this week Imma make sure I make it next week Gang Finesse
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