Correction Paroles Brothers - Remix par Lil Tjay

Featuring(s) : Lil Durk - Remix

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Look back nothing 'gon faze me
I got lightskin and chocolate, don't play me
I came up from nothing don't try to faze me
My grandmama worked hard in the navy
With my brother, I bust down on AP
With my brother, I bust down on AP
In the foreign, switch tops of the Mercedes
I can do everything that you make me

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothing
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill something
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothing
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watching me, clocking my movements
They be plotting on catching me snoozing
Bodies drop all the time, I don't feel nothing
Swear to God y'all gon' make me go kill something
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don't feel nothing
I was down off the drugs, I'm exuded
I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it
They be watching me, clocking my movements
They be plotting on catching me snoozing

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
I be shitting, I make it look easy
I was innocent, they ain't believe me
Ain't no lie, I be seeing illusions
I can't figure who real, it's confusing
I can't wait to get used to this lifestyle
I remember it could've been lights out
Bitches see me and scream Lil Tjay
Had to fuck up the spot for my B-day
Hit the 'telly and catch me a BJ
Fuck this love, I don't want me a skeezay
Give her dick, now she feel like she need me
I'm too high, always smoking on GG
Bankroll had to stack my chips
SB, I'ma jack my shit
I know these niggas gon' hate me
I've been working hard, driving me crazy

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Big bag don't mean everything wavy
I got 99 problems like JAY-Z
Caught a felony, judge tried to slave me
Lost my grandmother, R.I.P. Mavy
I got money and niggas moved shady
With my brother, I put that on baby
My first car, I might cop a Mercedes
At the stu' every day, can't be lazy

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Losing my clout and that shit got me two faced
When I clique up, I be finding a new bae
I stayed in the ghetto so I had to move babe
My team fighting, know that she nude babe
Niggas tripping, I be there for my mama
Life in jail, I can't depend on my father
Streets for real, I'm 'bout to depend on my choppa
Streets for real, they stop running from Walter
My soul hurt, my soul hurt
The streets say they fucking with the old Durk
Mixed my Perc's with the cough syrup
Made her suck my dick, until the jaws hurt
I'ma say cap when the bitch start choosin'
I'm in the trap with a whole lotta Uzi's
I blew me a bag when they talk about the Gucci
Got free clothes, I was fucking with the boujee
My life changed fast, my homie turned into a rat
I rather be snake than slatt (Than Slatt)
He a straight ho, that nigga pussy, he cap
That nigga pussy, he cap, yeah
I vouch to be the streets
Vouch to kill all my enemies, yeah
Vouch to keep the peace
You don't want war then stay out the streets

[Outro: Lil Tjay]
Lil Tjay
Oh no

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