[Chorus: Jay Williz ]
I did a lot of bad things in my life I am not too damn proud of
But it made me who I am now
I used to dream about icing my jewelry
Now they all want to go copy my style
I had some homies who rolled with me
Thought it was to the death, now they're no longer around
What do I tell them? "Bitch, Look at me now."
(hold up, hold up)
You can't tell me nothing, yeah yeah
No you can't tell me nothing, yeah yeah
You can't tell me nothing, yeah yeah
No you can't tell me nothing, yeah yeah
[Verse 1: Jay Williz]
I was
On the road doing shows
Trying to get up on my cash stacks
Work with the crew, that's all I do
Love for my squad on the hashtag
You know we work 'til our last breathe
Look in the future, no past tense
Respect for my city and anyone on they grind
Trying to get at that yeah
But fuck it I'm
Fuck it I'm
Fuck it I'm still in work
Three-Sixty the gang still we're
Knocking you out like some pain killers (damn)
That's how it be when we balling out
Step in the city and we all they talk about (woop)
I had some homies with falling outs
Tried to go put them on, now they won't come around (oooh)
No they won't come around
Just to go show you that money gone switch them up (oooh)
Yeah they gone switch them up
But I'm still here and they thinking I give a fuck (I don't)
So please let me be breathe
I been in my own little corner blowing tree
With a little baddie on me and she yelling "Daddy call me"
If you really feeling froggy then come leap on if you want me (stop)
I been on, I been on
There ain't much more I can say
It's my life, it's my life
Don't like it then turn up the other way
What it do, What it do
I just want to get some more ice
Fill the cup up with some more sprite
Let's roll one get high because
[Chorus: Jay Williz & (Horchata the Choppa)]
I did a lot of bad things in my life I am not too damn proud of
But it made me who I am now
I used to dream about icing my jewelry
Now they all want to go copy my style
I had some homies who rolled with me
Thought it was to the death, now they're no longer around
What do I tell them? "Bitch, Look at me now."
(hold up, hold up)
You can't tell me nothing, yeah yeah
No you can't tell me nothing, yeah yeah
You can't tell me nothing, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
No you can't tell me nothing, yeah yeah (yeah)
[Verse 2: Horchata The Choppa)
T-t-turnt off that lean
I'm solo, no team
Your girl sends that Snapchat
I snap back, she screams
Haters always talking
They say "Jesse J is a mother fucker"
Town full of them teen moms, I guess I am that mother fucker
Then it's back to the work, work, work
Need a plug for the drugs
So I tell Jay Williz "Where the syrup?"
Your girl want to twerk, twerk, twerk
Need a line? That's fine
But she broke, better slurp, slurp, slurp
Rappers be rapping 'bout trapping
Then sitting back laughing at all of these fools
Paranoid talking, the police is watching
But homie they ain't watching you
What you gonna do, when they come through
On the deuce, deuce
With your whole crew
Get the "boom"
Man you better be ready to get the boot
Jump in the coupe
The super-duper futuristic dude in the booth is scary
In December sitting alone, do you remember?
Of course you don't
You didn't see what I saw
The coked up Loc Gollaos
How they get they both feet in the dirt
Now hold up, hold up
Think I need to roll up, roll up
Couple shots i'ma rack your girl up
Take a hit im'a pack that bowl up
Trappin im'a stack that gold up
Nothing but the best, but I'll never be in VIP
In the back of the alley
Bay to the Valley
I'll always be about it
Homie RIP when you see me
[Chorus: Jay Williz ]
I did a lot of bad things in my life I am not too damn proud of
But it made me who I am now
I used to dream about icing my jewelry
Now they all want to go copy my style
I had some homies who rolled with me
Thought it was to the death, now they're no longer around
What do I tell them? "Bitch, Look at me now."
(hold up, hold up)
You can't tell me nothing, yeah yeah
No you can't tell me nothing, yeah yeah
You can't tell me nothing, yeah yeah
No you can't tell me nothing, yeah yeah
