Yeah (yeah)... Its Ju (ju)
Just vibe with me man
Sit back and take a ride with me
We nick and dime while getting high
Rolling Dutchies while we starin' at the city line
And I don't plan on having children til the city's mine
Come and catch me at a show man
I'm pretty fly
But i'm still that same dude doing petty crimes
If you wanna biggie size, or you need a small fry you can hit me any time
On the drive thru you know where to drive to
I turned the crime life into something you can vibe to
I keep a shovel i'm doing dirt with my crew
I fine tune every track until the rhymes move
And let the fucking flow hit you like a typhoon
Im on the grind Ooh. you know how I do
You feel the pain and the pleasure in every rhyme dude
Deep as a haiku
And finally got a spot to kick it so i'll be putting in work when i'm in my room
For the passed six years what I survived through
Made me crazy thinking I was about to die soon
My heart burning like I ate a lot of fried food
But now i'm grown so I don't care if the sky's blue
My gramps told me it's hard to recognize true love and understand that lust is what will blind you
My mom's told me to operate my mind too, said that if I use it correct then its a fine jewel
And I'm sorry ma that I went the wrong way
I got so much on my mind it's been a long day
And I'm sorry ma that I took the wrong roads
But I figured I'd take time to let y'all know
Sell drugs I did it (but I ain't proud of that)
I'm a thug I admit it (but I ain't proud of that)
It's just the way i'm living (but I ain't proud of that, I aint proud of that, ma I ain't proud of that)
You wanna know how I be walking Mic's
I be hustling if I ain't even walking nice
Its J' to the
Im the one who's known to start a fight
Diggin in my pocket like, im bout to pull a pocket knife
I don't even carry Glocks at night, Naw Im not the type
But from close range I can stop your life
Just got paid I can drop the price
Hit me if you need a slice
I'll give you green to light
I'll be on the fucking grind, I don't even sleep at night
I'm going crazayyy
Put a gun to my head
Put me on my fucking knees and give me to christ
I don't care I'm screaming fuck the world
My middle finger in the air while I fuck my girl
But while I'm here, homie I'll take what's mine
I ain't slackin' mother fucker I just take my time
It ain't my time but my time will come, to outshine the sun
And I'mma be damned if I'mma quit and leave
Til I get rich for beats I'mma sell sticky weed, if you need something for the pain and the misery
I don't keep my finger where the trigger be, if I'm in trouble I'll let my hands do the cutting like Kid Capri
This is me, Hate it or love it you think i'm living free, but this is Ju homie this ain't liberty
And when I talk to my Mom's I feel her kissing me sweet like victory feelin' how we should be
And I'm sorry ma that I went the wrong way
I got so much on my mind it's been a long day
And I'm sorry ma that I took the wrong roads
But I figured I'd take time to let y'all know
Sell drugs I did it (but I ain't proud of that)
I'm a thug I admit it (but I ain't proud of that)
It's just the way i'm living (but I ain't proud of that, I ain't proud of that, ma I ain't proud of that)
They say i'm losing my mind I say it's been gone
Trust nobody they trying to fuck me like n'wrong
I'm head strong
I don't need anyone to depend on
I've seen what heroine can do to a friend dog
I been wrong for a while now, I'm never gonna change
I'm just a calm mother fucker when they call my name
*Pac* on the brain, because they don't give a fuck about Ju
Naw they don't give a fuck about us!
And the truth is that, I ain't trying to be the rudest cat wit the rutger ghat ready to attack
But shoot first and i'll be shooting back, so dude relax
Every single track got you like, damn who was that
My thoughts so clear you could see em through my hat
The buddha sacks, sell a pass, while were doing meth
I'm fucking lost in this world, I need a newer map
I'm going round in circles man, Man I'm doing laps
My gramps told me never to fall through the cracks
And even when you wanna cry you can laugh
You might not get an answer but you can ask
You might not wanna smile but you can act
And yo you gotta be cool with cash, don't throw away your leftovers baby boy you need food to last
And I'm sorry gramps my life ain't sweet
But ain't a damn thing change I'm still the same me
And I'm sorry ma that I went the wrong way
I got so much on my mind it's been a long day
And I'm sorry ma that I took the wrong roads
But I figured I'd take time to let y'all know
Sell drugs I did it (but I ain't proud of that)
I'm a thug I admit it (but I ain't proud of that)
It's just the way i'm living (but I ain't proud of that, I ain't proud of that, ma I ain't proud of that)

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