Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Innocent By Circumstances, artist - Jackboy. Album song JackNDaBox, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sniper Gang
Song language: English
Innocent By Circumstances |
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah |
Yeah I did the crime, but |
I’m still innocent though |
Helluva made this beat baby |
'Cause the position I was put in |
Lately I been feelin' like fuck a friend |
'Cause they don’t ride for me, how I ride for them? |
Only put my faith in these benjamins |
Time after time, it got me out predicaments |
Yeah I did the crime, but I’m innocent |
He thought I wouldn’t up my nine in front of witnesses |
Guess he heard my rhymes, thought I wasn’t livin' it |
'Til they pulled me off him like stop boy, you killin' jit |
Fuck bruh, this ain’t a game, this shit serious |
Get mad fast, in a second I be furious |
Lack of respect will make me catch a sentence period |
No coppin' pleas now, fuck nigga I ain’t hearin' it |
Ears to the streets, they ain’t know I was listenin' |
Talkin' 'bout if Kodak put him on, why he juggin' then? |
Bitch I’m a business man, robbin' what I major in |
Could be up a hundred bands, still will lay you down for ten |
I don’t do this for myself, I do this for my fam |
They want steak, they got tired of eating cold ham |
I’ma take your plate, then go bust it down with them |
You’d do the same if you’d been where I been |
Keep the pressure up, I ain’t givin' in |
I’ma rape the game, I don’t need consent |
Young hustler, depend on my own hand |
I ain’t have a spot, still pushin' weight like I’m in the gym |
Bitch I ball above the rim, think I need a bonus |
Murdered the track, they think somebody ghostwrote this |
Nah, these fuck niggas ain’t even allowed to quote this |
Hatin' ass niggas still feel like I ain’t worth shit |
When I got that bag, swear all the hate was worth it |
Can’t die with it, fuck it bae, let’s go splurge it |
Diamonds from Africa, fuck them Gucci purses |
Her ex man a clown, tell that nigga join the circus |
He don’t like my music, well I hope that nigga heard this |
What’s on my left wrist, broke boy you can’t afford this |
Cut to your city, kill the scene, I’m a terrorist |
Runnin' through hoes, you would think my name Barry |
Sanders, girl turn off everything that got a camera |
I’m tryna stay ghost like a Phantom |
Not tryna get exposed, how I do hoes up the road after shows |
Drop your clothes, let me see your ass go beastmode |
Can’t sleep here, when you go, lock the door |
Keep it on the low, next time you’ll get some more |
Next time you’ll get some more |
Keep it on the low, next time you’ll get some more |
Ayy ayy, wait, I got more to say |
I’m not your kid, I ain’t tryna play |
Paper chasin', fast money, andalé |
Got it off the muscle, I was hustlin' every day |
Ayy ayy, wait, I got more to say |
I’m not your kid, I ain’t tryna play |
Paper chasin', fast money, andalé |
Got it off the muscle, I was hustlin' every day |