Lyrics Far From Me - Jag, Problem

Far From Me

Tell her please don’t bother me
Spot look like a farmisy
Like them thick and chocolaty, she bone a thug with harmony
No amount is too tall for me, run up, I’m droppin you
Let them sticks start choppin, then hang out like a balkiny
Guns all round my property, track back, it move awkwardly
Your boo keep on hauntin me, keep that broke bitch far from me
Keep that broke bitch far from me, keep that broke bitch far from me
I been waitin on the big sail, put the work up on the big scail
Walkin round with the work on me, nigga, pot smellin like a fish tail
I got a lot on my mind
I been dealin with a hundred feends
Blew up, now I’m independent, labels sold a nigga like a hundred dreams
I been up for like ten years, I make them pay for like all the things
I can do a bitch fuckin mean, in my hood, nigga, pull a hundred strings
Bitch, don’t bother me, told that bitch don’t bother me
I’m tryna just burn here, bitch, shout out to Protagy
Last year did it properly, this year, buy a property
This shit like Monopoly, ain’t nobody stoppin me
Yeah, try and beat your ods, we goin meet your squad
Pull out the mac, yeah that boy shoot like Jesus, make you meet your god
Oh my god, me and Problem, that’s the dopest of the dope
Fresh to death, I’m in the Bentley, that’s a ghost inside a ghost
So much shit I gotta say, so much shit that’s on my mind
So I just be back and smoke, and put my focus on my grind
Tell her please don’t bother me
Spot look like a farmisy
Like them thick and chocolaty, she bone a thug with harmony
No amount is too tall for me, run up, I’m droppin you
Let them sticks start choppin, then hang out like a balkiny
Guns all round my property, track back, it move awkwardly
Your boo keep on hauntin me, keep that broke bitch far from me
Keep that broke bitch far from me, keep that broke bitch far from me
Salmon colored diamonds, all my niggas shinin
Hustle when he climb it, bought it with the Simons
Paper plain pilot, that was my assignment
Coope came with everything, except for a roof and milage
Stylish as a stylace, wildin, vibin, boy, we rich
Bought my drink from Zaddi, ghetto money off movin shit
We was more scared of them cops than we was scared of Freddy
Be this way for life, Jag and Problem, Martin and Eddie
Tell her please don’t bother me
Spot look like a farmisy
Like them thick and chocolaty, she bone a thug with harmony
No amount is too tall for me, run up, I’m droppin you
Let them sticks start choppin, then hang out like a balkiny
Guns all round my property, track back, it move awkwardly
Your boo keep on hauntin me, keep that broke bitch far from me
Keep that broke bitch far from me, keep that broke bitch far from me