"Tops On Jefferson" lyrics

Yeah
You know, man, certain days in this motherfucker niggas just be going through it
You know
I don't wanna sound bitter, I don't wanna sound sad or none of that, but
Don't just give me my life, man, I'm giving you the story, man
The story about Duffel Bag Hottie, man, like
This shit crazy, don't know
Just listen up, man

I tired of frontin' old niggas
Y'all is not my children
I get to banging on your set like John Young Williams
I keep a gun in arm reach that'll knock down buildings
Black Sopranos independent, but our net worth millions

We had a deal in the works, I was still moving work
I was reckless, running around with that steel under my shirt
Nowadays you can catch me and get a deal on a verse
The cotton field is where we started
Then made a mil' off of merch

I put the dog food down, they hit my line if they sniff us
I'm runnin' my own team like Kauai'd at the Clippers
The state troopers pulled the car I ain't gon' let I get the jitters
They pulled the car in front of me
If they pull my eyes, I'm in prison

I tote dimes in the blizzard
Two for five for the midget
Big Rated, Big Jeff house
We stabbed a Glock in the fitted
Never froze up on a hit
It's time to slide, you know I'm with it
I had your bitch, with my hands between her thighs on a visit
Nigga

Yeah, like
I'm just giving you that pain dog, like
You know man
Sometimes I wake up in this motherfucker's every minute and I be sick man
I be sick to my stomach man
All the guys out there getting to that rap cash
I'm in this motherfucker riding away and shit, man
Make you wanna shed a tear and all that
But I'm too official to be crying in this motherfucker, you know
You know these niggas gonna see a nigga crying and think he weak and shit, you know
Sometimes I just cry in the shower, real tough, you know what I'm saying?
Like. I'm that niggas man I don't give a fuck, I'm gangster
Niggas know I mean, niggas know how I give it up

Look
While that white man come to Buffalo
And killed 13 of my people
He came with the street sweeper
Like it was president's evil
It's not a video game
What the fuck was he thinking?
I asked God for a reason
White devil turned to a demon
These racist crooks in America
Somewhere out there recruiting
My baby mama stayed up the street from where that crackhead was shootin'
I seen the caption, was gruesome I speak my mind like I'm Boosie
They gave him light thing shit
They shot Blue Magic and 2-key
I'm riding strakes with this Uzi
I roll them racks to my coofie
Just to show off my wealth
My bitch got that snapper like Suki
They won't be back in South Africa
I ain't asked you to move me
I pay my taxes, that's new to me
When I'm stressin' about jewelry
Uh

Ain't no more picking cotton I buy land with the profit
My kids spoiled rotten
At Christmas time I'm just stuffing they stocking
Soul on an island, cookin' a box, you smart spurs full of eights
Shoutout Harriet Tubman, cause she invented the race

And shoutout to the motherfuckers, man
That was puttin' on for us, man
Even walk this earth, man
Shoutout to the motherfuckers, man, that
You know, the reason why we eat in America

Salute