| Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah I did the crime, but
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| I’m still innocent though
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| Helluva made this beat baby
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| 'Cause the position I was put in
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| Lately I been feelin' like fuck a friend
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| 'Cause they don’t ride for me, how I ride for them?
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| Only put my faith in these benjamins
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| Time after time, it got me out predicaments
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| Yeah I did the crime, but I’m innocent
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| He thought I wouldn’t up my nine in front of witnesses
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| Guess he heard my rhymes, thought I wasn’t livin' it
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| 'Til they pulled me off him like stop boy, you killin' jit
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| Fuck bruh, this ain’t a game, this shit serious
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| Get mad fast, in a second I be furious
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| Lack of respect will make me catch a sentence period
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| No coppin' pleas now, fuck nigga I ain’t hearin' it
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| Ears to the streets, they ain’t know I was listenin'
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| Talkin' 'bout if Kodak put him on, why he juggin' then?
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| Bitch I’m a business man, robbin' what I major in
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| Could be up a hundred bands, still will lay you down for ten
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| I don’t do this for myself, I do this for my fam
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| They want steak, they got tired of eating cold ham
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| I’ma take your plate, then go bust it down with them
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| You’d do the same if you’d been where I been
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| Keep the pressure up, I ain’t givin' in
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| I’ma rape the game, I don’t need consent
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| Young hustler, depend on my own hand
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| I ain’t have a spot, still pushin' weight like I’m in the gym
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| Bitch I ball above the rim, think I need a bonus
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| Murdered the track, they think somebody ghostwrote this
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| Nah, these fuck niggas ain’t even allowed to quote this
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| Hatin' ass niggas still feel like I ain’t worth shit
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| When I got that bag, swear all the hate was worth it
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| Can’t die with it, fuck it bae, let’s go splurge it
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| Diamonds from Africa, fuck them Gucci purses
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| Her ex man a clown, tell that nigga join the circus
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| He don’t like my music, well I hope that nigga heard this
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| What’s on my left wrist, broke boy you can’t afford this
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| Cut to your city, kill the scene, I’m a terrorist
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| Runnin' through hoes, you would think my name Barry
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| Sanders, girl turn off everything that got a camera
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| I’m tryna stay ghost like a Phantom
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| Not tryna get exposed, how I do hoes up the road after shows
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| Drop your clothes, let me see your ass go beastmode
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| Can’t sleep here, when you go, lock the door
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| Keep it on the low, next time you’ll get some more
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| Next time you’ll get some more
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| Keep it on the low, next time you’ll get some more
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| Ayy ayy, wait, I got more to say
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| I’m not your kid, I ain’t tryna play
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| Paper chasin', fast money, andalé
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| Got it off the muscle, I was hustlin' every day
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| Ayy ayy, wait, I got more to say
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| I’m not your kid, I ain’t tryna play
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| Paper chasin', fast money, andalé
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| Got it off the muscle, I was hustlin' every day |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Innocent By Circumstances , by - Jackboy. Song from the album JackNDaBox, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп