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Poppa Spiff - Jit Days Lyrics



Poppa Spiff - Jit Days Lyrics




One,two,three and to the four
Young hustling nigga
Ion see me going broke

Nights I ain't sleep
Nights I ain't eat
Brainstorming,
How to turn a loaf of bread into a feast

They only see the shine
They'on never see the grind
Blood, Sweat & Tears
Just For a few nickels and dimes

I remember errything
Like it was yesterday
Why ion never smile
Shit I still feel that pain

Sunny clears skies
Feel like I'm standing in the rain
With nothing to lose
But a whole lot to gain

10yrs old
When I seen my first stick
I ain't gone lie
I was scared

Acting like a bitch
Went from the freshest kicks
To living in them bricks
At Grandma Sheila hize
Sleeping on the floor and shit

Seen my momma struggle
Made a nigga shed tears
Felt like it was my fault
I ain't really wanna live

Tryna hide that hurt
Shit was getting real
Traumatized adolescent
Behind on them bills

She thought I ain't know
She ain't know I understand
No daddy around
So I had to be the man

I wasn't focused on no grades
I was thinking of a plan
Tryna to pull me outta sports
Worst thing she would've did

Worst thing she would've did
Gotta thank my Uncle
For everything he did

Thank ya

Would've been on the yard
Never would've seen a huddle
Beating block
Steady in and out of trouble

Constant collect calls
Or prolly down under
Yes I understand
The guilty charges ya honor

Prolly hear me say it often
I ain't have no role model
Just a few examples I ain't really wanna follow

I was thinking black mask
And loading up dem hollows
Break in a bitch shit
So they can feel the same sorrow

Almost got expelled
Brought a toy gun to school
But I ain't get a whooping for it
She ain't really knew what to do

(Scared for my life on God so muhf*cking scared)

Nah she ain't know what to do

When I talk about my life
This shit hit kinda different
Start catching chills
And I get all in my feelings

Why I Gotta play these cards
Man I wish I was the dealer
Prolly be heartless and
A whole lot richer

Or a Mob boss
With a whole lotta skrilla
People dying daily
Would say it's getting crazy

But it is what it is
Just gotta stay up out the way
Cause where I'm from niggas green Set you up just for some yay

Life could've been different
I ain't never complain
I just took it to the chin
And I played it how it came

(Odds stacked against a nigga like hell, when you ain't got a option "how" ain't even a question)

Minor setbacks Major comebacks
That's how life go
Never let em see you weak
Forever stuck to the code

Fell off came back
Swea it ain't no mo quitting
Picked my chin up off the ground
Shit don't contribute to winning

Stacking that paper
Getting my weight up
This ain't no facade
No clown shit I Don't do make up

Most valuable hustler
I Ain't f*cking with no pay cut
It's either all or nothing
Taking everything I came for

Been humble way too long
Been waiting tryna get on
And when I touch that bag
I'm putting everything on chrome

Ain't struggle all my life
To die with nothing to show or
Fall off the face of earth
And be broke

To be a baller in this game
Leave the hoe shit at the door
Expected me to give up
Cause they told a nigga no

They'on never see the grind
But they always see the glow
Coldest Of All Time
Make em label me the COAT

Coldest Of All Time
Make em label me the COAT

Coldest Of All Time
Make em label me the COAT
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English

One,two,three and to the four
Young hustling nigga
Ion see me going broke

Nights I ain't sleep
Nights I ain't eat
Brainstorming,
How to turn a loaf of bread into a feast

They only see the shine
They'on never see the grind
Blood, Sweat & Tears
Just For a few nickels and dimes

I remember errything
Like it was yesterday
Why ion never smile
Shit I still feel that pain

Sunny clears skies
Feel like I'm standing in the rain
With nothing to lose
But a whole lot to gain

10yrs old
When I seen my first stick
I ain't gone lie
I was scared

Acting like a bitch
Went from the freshest kicks
To living in them bricks
At Grandma Sheila hize
Sleeping on the floor and shit

Seen my momma struggle
Made a nigga shed tears
Felt like it was my fault
I ain't really wanna live

Tryna hide that hurt
Shit was getting real
Traumatized adolescent
Behind on them bills

She thought I ain't know
She ain't know I understand
No daddy around
So I had to be the man

I wasn't focused on no grades
I was thinking of a plan
Tryna to pull me outta sports
Worst thing she would've did

Worst thing she would've did
Gotta thank my Uncle
For everything he did

Thank ya

Would've been on the yard
Never would've seen a huddle
Beating block
Steady in and out of trouble

Constant collect calls
Or prolly down under
Yes I understand
The guilty charges ya honor

Prolly hear me say it often
I ain't have no role model
Just a few examples I ain't really wanna follow

I was thinking black mask
And loading up dem hollows
Break in a bitch shit
So they can feel the same sorrow

Almost got expelled
Brought a toy gun to school
But I ain't get a whooping for it
She ain't really knew what to do

(Scared for my life on God so muhf*cking scared)

Nah she ain't know what to do

When I talk about my life
This shit hit kinda different
Start catching chills
And I get all in my feelings

Why I Gotta play these cards
Man I wish I was the dealer
Prolly be heartless and
A whole lot richer

Or a Mob boss
With a whole lotta skrilla
People dying daily
Would say it's getting crazy

But it is what it is
Just gotta stay up out the way
Cause where I'm from niggas green Set you up just for some yay

Life could've been different
I ain't never complain
I just took it to the chin
And I played it how it came

(Odds stacked against a nigga like hell, when you ain't got a option "how" ain't even a question)

Minor setbacks Major comebacks
That's how life go
Never let em see you weak
Forever stuck to the code

Fell off came back
Swea it ain't no mo quitting
Picked my chin up off the ground
Shit don't contribute to winning

Stacking that paper
Getting my weight up
This ain't no facade
No clown shit I Don't do make up

Most valuable hustler
I Ain't f*cking with no pay cut
It's either all or nothing
Taking everything I came for

Been humble way too long
Been waiting tryna get on
And when I touch that bag
I'm putting everything on chrome

Ain't struggle all my life
To die with nothing to show or
Fall off the face of earth
And be broke

To be a baller in this game
Leave the hoe shit at the door
Expected me to give up
Cause they told a nigga no

They'on never see the grind
But they always see the glow
Coldest Of All Time
Make em label me the COAT

Coldest Of All Time
Make em label me the COAT

Coldest Of All Time
Make em label me the COAT
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Writer: K T
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Language: English
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