Jocstar - 19 Lyrics

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My n****s don't gangbang we not the same uh
My n****s don't gangbang we not the same
Hit up the same place and its not the same
I'm with a dame, shit she claiming she bae
They make deposits for me, to f*ck up the place
Hop out the A, skrr, hit up the bank sheesh
Chilling with Paul Blag, light up the dank uh
I cannot stay with lames, y'all on some fake shit
Adida my gang, gang, y'all looking basic
Bank like a spaceship so out of space, shit
Hop out the A, shit, f*ck up the place, dip
Get paid for snare, flips, samples and bass, kicks
Don't f*ck with a plain bitch, she don't give head, switch
F*ck it I maintain, Whole lot of gang shit
I drink a box of Tropika to numb out the pain
We can't be the same
I'm trying to catch my flight on this plane and you are just plain
Look at my chain, shit, ain't nothing basic
I been amazing, I'm so amazed, shit
N****s is basic, I make the bass sick
You making lame shit, I'm with my lames, shit
5 in the AM, I'm still awake shit
I had to work still, like I cannot change shifts
Insomnia pills, shit, I had to take six
I made my name stick, now they can't say shit
We in the basement, no conversation
I needed space then, I made the bass flip
I had to take trips, be in my space then
Now I'm in placement, can't be replacements
F*ck it I maintain, I don't stay plain
F*ck it I maintain, I don't stay plain
F*ck it I maintain, I don't stay plain
F*ck it I maintain, I don't stay plain
Throw shots, all at your block, this aint phone opps
You're cops, cuffing your thots, but you been all twat
Order more shots, call a hoe like I'm at your spot
24 hours, doing nothing but ours
Like my Audemar on lock
Order more, I'm on order y'all do orders more
Why you acting cornered for?
My n****s from the corners now have corner stores
N****s from the boarders do not honour what you gunning for
But order more, we heard you want some more my n****s order for
Throw shots its on, we all got a war
Until we caught em all or cornered at the corner store
My n****s going door to door and looking for you
Cause we honour war but we don't honour y'all
It's art of war, no gangs or fists we don't even rap no more
I think I owe em all, we don't dance, we just own the ball
I got a, gang full of bosses and you owe em all
Never had to fight, my big brother chose to hold them all
Talk about, chains, shades, watches I own them all
They treat me like, a plane Jane, watch, I'm on for y'all
They just cannot mess with dog
They wish I could follow momma's path, they pray that I fall
They wish they could cook mi ass, but they wait until my brother's gone
I don't give a f*ck about no damn awards
I know my songs could leave some rappers scarred
Feel like God hit you, believed in God until a god dissed you
More issues, war with you
I pray, if I pray on you, you pray your God with you
Or else all my guys hit you, high with you
Then Ima guide missiles
Guide missiles, missile launchers let your guys miss you
Pray that God miss you, pray to God that God miss you
Pray to
Pray to God that God miss you, God to God
I'm with all my Guys I'm with all my squad
We them guys we them f*cking guys
N**** tell no lies, n**** tell no lies
Need the piece of pie , need the piece of pie
N****s shouldn't try, n****s shouldn't try