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Album Name
Go In
Artist
Lil Tjay
Genre
랩/힙합
Release Date
2019.12.13
Release Agency
Sony Music
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Go In - Lil Tjay
JD On Tha Track

Niggas can say what they want
say what they want
they must not want me to win
This shit not cap you a ten
I lost a friend I see an opp I go in
Got me some shit 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 nigga 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 nigga block only two deep
Nigga 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 pussy niggas
wanna shoot me
Wear my hat to the back I ain't woopty
Had your main bitch 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 nigga 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 pussy nigga
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
Niggas can say what they want
say what they want
they must not want me to win
This shit not cap you a ten
I lost a friend I see an opp I go in
Got me some shit 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 nigga settin' a trend
copped me a Bimmer
truly I wanted a Benz
I hope my mother forgive
shit that I did
she ain't expect from a kid
It's just the way that it is
stick to your biz 'fore you
start runnin' your jibs
I know some killers and goons
I send 'em lurkin'
they finna get you by noon
You could get swept like a broom
heaven got room
you finna go up there soon
What you assume
Had to eat
I ain't start with no spoon
Feel like brother just got me in tune
Now I'm finna shoot off to the moon
Numbers goin' like Sonic
they zoom
Bitches fiendin' to give up they coo'
Made a milli'
so long from a goo
I'ma have me a billion soon
nah nah
I'ma reach for the stars
Ice gon' cop me a new Audemar
Had to let go like five at the bar
Told the dealership upgrade my car
I be the man
two milli' plus on the 'Gram
learn what you don't understand
You just a fan
soon as you saw me
you ran
bro caught a hit off the Xan'
Boy I'ma blam
that's what you don't understand no
we ain't finna throw hands
no no
Nigga tryna steal my shine
I'ma clap 'fore you try to take mine
No no no no
Lately I been on my grind
for a fact we gon' all be fine
No no no no
Haters tryna waste my time
for a fact
I don't pay 'em no mind
Niggas can say what they want
say what they want
they must not want me to win
This shit not cap you a ten
I lost a friend I see an opp I go in
Got me some shit 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 nigga settin' a trend
copped me a Bimmer
truly I wanted a Benz

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