CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Made In Jamaica
Ayy
CashMoneyAP
Whatever a b*t*h n***a wanna do, we can do
We tote drums with 7.62's
Ay, ayy
I ain't in a rock band, but I love drums
Trust fall with the opps, I'm tryin' to catch one
We killed a few now a n***a want the rest of 'em
Teddy bears and t-shirts at the funeral
I'm in Jamaica now, looking at the palm trees
I'm real far from them n***as tryin' to harm me
Got that fire up on my side it's at arm's reach
Had my gun up in the school, don't you test me
Ay, kick down the door, get on the floor, we shake the spot down
Move wrong, make a sound, you get gunned down
That n***a snitched up on my brother now he lockеd down
But I'ma count my n***a in, I never count him out
And he was b*t*hin' on that mission, so I lеt him out
You know a n***a never trippin', took another route
I keep on slidin' 'cause I know them n***as whereabouts
I saw that n***a in the crowd, I had to air it out
My OG was a godfather, but ain't sh*t 'bout him holy
I'm plottin' on my own dawg 'cause that b*t*h n***a owe me
B*t*h I woke up out my sleep with the dream that they sold me
How you talkin' out to me and b*t*h you don't even know me?
My choppa came with a beam and a scope attached
That's a fact, rat-tat-tat, bullets through a n***a back
Took a loss up in that field, I need my quarters back
Picked up the sack, makin' plays like a n***a movin' south
Ayy, and you ain't shootin' sh*t for real, boy you really a actor
You chasin' b*t*hes over money boy you [?]
Yeah I be rappin', but a n***a ain't sh*t like these rappers
'Cause I be shootin' sh*t for real like I play for the Raptors
Ay, they say I'm a pedophile, 'cause my Perc' 10
My dawg posted with the opps, it left me hurtin'
She on that block sellin' pu**y, yeah she workin'
But I don't even blame her 'cause she tryin' to feed the kids
Cosmetic with this choppa 'cause I split wigs
And it's a dirty game, matter fact that b*t*h rigged
They lookin' at a n***a different 'cause they know what I did
But I ain't speakin' on them bodies 'cause I'm keepin' it hid
Donald Trump is not my ruler
I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles
I'm street smart without a tutor
Black man with a dream like Luther
Ayy, and I was twelve with a .30, I ain't f**k with them
I'm ballin' out every day, I'm above the rail
These n***as faker than plastic, I call 'em lil' [?]
He tried to cross me on a lick so I don't f**k with him
Ay, don't call me 'cause you not a Crip or my kinfolk
And I'm a real n***a so you know I'm standin' ten toes
You sayin' that's yo' dawg, but that n***a never even rode
Took him on a mission, then he fell, then that n***a told
We ain't fakin' sh*t my n***a, b*t*h you know we kill for real
F**k a forty-yard dash, I wanted me a nine-meter
Put this metal on a momma, show him how this iron feels
Rolly on my wrist and I can't even tell the time for real
Ay, real shooters, I was posted with them Dracos
A real hood n***a [?] and Faygos
Them stupid nat b*t*hes, you know we don't date those
I'm the neighborhood hero, but I never saved a hoe
Donald Trump is not my ruler
I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles
I'm street smart without a tutor
Black man with a dream like Luther
CashMoneyAP
Whatever a b*t*h n***a wanna do, we can do
We tote drums with 7.62's
Ay, ayy
I ain't in a rock band, but I love drums
Trust fall with the opps, I'm tryin' to catch one
We killed a few now a n***a want the rest of 'em
Teddy bears and t-shirts at the funeral
I'm in Jamaica now, looking at the palm trees
I'm real far from them n***as tryin' to harm me
Got that fire up on my side it's at arm's reach
Had my gun up in the school, don't you test me
Ay, kick down the door, get on the floor, we shake the spot down
Move wrong, make a sound, you get gunned down
That n***a snitched up on my brother now he lockеd down
But I'ma count my n***a in, I never count him out
And he was b*t*hin' on that mission, so I lеt him out
You know a n***a never trippin', took another route
I keep on slidin' 'cause I know them n***as whereabouts
I saw that n***a in the crowd, I had to air it out
My OG was a godfather, but ain't sh*t 'bout him holy
I'm plottin' on my own dawg 'cause that b*t*h n***a owe me
B*t*h I woke up out my sleep with the dream that they sold me
How you talkin' out to me and b*t*h you don't even know me?
My choppa came with a beam and a scope attached
That's a fact, rat-tat-tat, bullets through a n***a back
Took a loss up in that field, I need my quarters back
Picked up the sack, makin' plays like a n***a movin' south
Ayy, and you ain't shootin' sh*t for real, boy you really a actor
You chasin' b*t*hes over money boy you [?]
Yeah I be rappin', but a n***a ain't sh*t like these rappers
'Cause I be shootin' sh*t for real like I play for the Raptors
Ay, they say I'm a pedophile, 'cause my Perc' 10
My dawg posted with the opps, it left me hurtin'
She on that block sellin' pu**y, yeah she workin'
But I don't even blame her 'cause she tryin' to feed the kids
Cosmetic with this choppa 'cause I split wigs
And it's a dirty game, matter fact that b*t*h rigged
They lookin' at a n***a different 'cause they know what I did
But I ain't speakin' on them bodies 'cause I'm keepin' it hid
Donald Trump is not my ruler
I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles
I'm street smart without a tutor
Black man with a dream like Luther
Ayy, and I was twelve with a .30, I ain't f**k with them
I'm ballin' out every day, I'm above the rail
These n***as faker than plastic, I call 'em lil' [?]
He tried to cross me on a lick so I don't f**k with him
Ay, don't call me 'cause you not a Crip or my kinfolk
And I'm a real n***a so you know I'm standin' ten toes
You sayin' that's yo' dawg, but that n***a never even rode
Took him on a mission, then he fell, then that n***a told
We ain't fakin' sh*t my n***a, b*t*h you know we kill for real
F**k a forty-yard dash, I wanted me a nine-meter
Put this metal on a momma, show him how this iron feels
Rolly on my wrist and I can't even tell the time for real
Ay, real shooters, I was posted with them Dracos
A real hood n***a [?] and Faygos
Them stupid nat b*t*hes, you know we don't date those
I'm the neighborhood hero, but I never saved a hoe
Donald Trump is not my ruler
I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles
I'm street smart without a tutor
Black man with a dream like Luther
