Testo My My My - Explicit Album Version - Jim Jones feat. Rawanna
Testo della canzone My My My - Explicit Album Version (Jim Jones feat. Rawanna), tratta dall'album Pray IV Reign
Today's shooting, I must be on top
Recouping, we must be in the drop
Or some hard type shit that cost a quarter mil a pop
It makes me laugh how life is so ironic
How I would get the cash, I become so iconic
Cop the fast cars that come with the triptronic
I live the life that's filled with the jealousy
We doomed from the start, it's like we born with a felony
Where's the longevity?
We in a place where best friends become enemies
And foul niggas got the tendency
You gotta watch what you wish for
I hope the God is on the switchboard
When I'm tryna say a prayer and I'm calling, hope you listen, Lord
See, it's just my position, Lord
Caught me smoking on this blunt while I'm looking at the sky
Make it rain so I know the doves cry
Lord, do you hear me praying
When I'm looking at the sky
I hope you can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my
I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know you can feel what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my
It's like my, my, my
If God ain't crying when the sky starts to rain
It must be you and God in heaven popping champagne
And speaking of the champs, remember in Miami
You got bent pissy, it was your first trip with me
We was going hard, too many bottles up in Prive
You was going crazy with my Haitian man Tizway
Passed that on the twins, I had t's for like three days
And I can't forget your b-day
We had dip body tapped, we was deep in the A
And now I'm just wishing I could see a nigga face
And they killed Bang Bang, did you get up with him yet?
And it's a damn shame because niggas still upset
Life cheated y'all, Lord God must've needed y'all
I think about the street, dream tour, how we were balling
Now all I got is the memories
Of two great soldiers that are dear friends of me
To tell you both the truth, I ain't doing the best
I'm tryna keep a positive mind moving through the stress
I'm tryna stay afloat, they say I'm doing the most
I'm doing way too much, I'm playing death too close
I'm thinking about the thought of going back to court
For the petty little things I really should avoid
But it's the calculated risk on how we make the chips
Realizing if I sleep, it's a bottomless pit
If you could fit my shoes, would you walk a mile?
Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile
I thank God that I'm alive and see a black president
Screaming, "Yes we can," but that won't change the deficit
That ain't really even the best of it
You catch me in the streets, I will surely tell you the rest of it
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Writer(s): Teraike Crawford, Joseph Jones, Ayinde Thomas
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