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Verse 1 [JD]:
Whaddup MQT, it's your boy JD, you know me
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh
Young rebel, doin' what I can to escape the devil
Always on another level, gettin' lost in the keys 'n' the treble
Wit'cha mind so gone, nothin' seems wrong
You don't understand the shit I'm on
I been gone since a youth, hidden from the truth
Pops' locked up, you damn right I got an attitude
I don't mean to be rude but this my life
Lonely nights, takin' flights, never seems like I can do right
You wonder why, I get so high, this is the last time
It's not just rhyme it's my life
Down the path, looking for fast women and cash
Don't give a fuck, long as I get some ass
Puff puff pass, always smashed
How long can this shit really last?
I'm 'bout to pass out
Yeah, I'm 'bout to pass out
Yeah, yeah, I'm goooone
Hook [T-10]
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Verse 2 [JD]:
Yeah, yeah
Runnin' in my life, like I'm underage
I'm fightin' with my self, like I'm livin' in a cage
Expressin' my self like I'm rappin' on the stage
When you write your raps boy, better hit the backspace
I'm great, skatin' figure eights
around the dude's tryin' to hate, I got a full dinner plate
Call me Ohno, spittin' on you pussies no homo
Two girls said you do like I was Bono
Oh shit, time for my promo
Now I'm hot, like my name was Rondo
Layin' up in my condo, gimmie head pronto
And she never told me stop, so
I, I keep goin', I keep on flowin'
Keep stayin' in the zone like my name was J. Richardson
Shootin' up like Al Capone, even my momma said I was gone
So I...
Hook [T-10]
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Yeah
This all began when I was younger
Wonderin where I got my hunger
Pops' gone, only mother, two sisters, no brother
I gotta have my pops, not tryin' show off
But I paid the cost, a life is what I lost
And if I'm gonna make it, it's the sacrifices I'm makin'
Plus the rhymes I'm creatin', and all my dedication
That got these dudes hatin', Imma lose, you're mistaken
It's like I'm on vacation cause my shit is so blazin'
You're wonderin' in amazement how we do this
and where he come from, there is no replacement
With Marquette on my back, Famous Stars and Straps
I wanna make it 'cause I rap, fitted hat to the back
Seat leanin' sippin' yak, Dubbs handin' me this track
I told 'em gimmie that and I played that shit back
Began to attack, just took me one second
God lent me his blessings and left all you rappers restin'
No question, I ain't got no one contestin'
Shot off, no clock, I ain't got no road blocks
Mother fucker I'm gone, I said it in my last song
Boy, tell me what type of shit you on
Ya'll know how I do, ridin' with the same crew since middle school
Back when I used to follow all the rules
Now I'm the one people is telling cool
This shit ain't no hobby it's a lifestyle
Girl I promise I'll make it worthwhile
JD, eh
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