Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jayairemax '98 , by - Jayaire WoodsRelease date: 09.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jayairemax '98 |
| Hop out the booth, back in the bag |
| Told her the truth, shit made her sad |
| True, the boy never forget my roots |
| But I still leave that shit in the past |
| Hop on the E-Way, I pick the lane |
| Shout my dogs for giving me game |
| Go through the pain, we celebratin' |
| I done got my clout, but ain’t shit changed |
| Yeah, ain’t shit changed |
| Still countin' up in my 98's |
| Yeah, ain’t shit changed |
| I was actin' crazy, though, all summer |
| Ran that shit up, now they say they gon' run up |
| Who really gon' slide? |
| It made me wonder |
| Askin' all them questions, you undercover |
| I’m gonna live forever through these words |
| It’s like a dictionary |
| R.I.P my brother, he only got shot 'cause the other nigga scary |
| Popped some shit, I got it from my cousin |
| I 'on't know what it’s called |
| They they fall off, I laughed it off |
| These niggas funny, dog |
| Took a loss, it hurt me, I had to run it off |
| Knew I would make it the whole time, just the plan was off |
| Only statin' facts, I don’t do that braggin' talk |
| Ey, your girl my hammer, treat me like a Ragnarok |
| Hop out the booth, back in the bag |
| Told her the truth, shit made her sad |
| True, the boy never forget my roots |
| But I still leave that shit in the past |
| Hop on the E-Way, I pick the lane |
| Shout my dogs for giving me game |
| Go through the pain, we celebratin' |
| I done got my clout, but ain’t shit changed |
| Yeah, ain’t shit changed |
| Still countin' up in my 98's |
| Yeah, ain’t shit changed |
| Yeah, ain’t shit changed |
| I been lightyears ahead of y’all |
| But y’all toy with stories so they don’t know |
| But they gon' find out, 'cause when the lights out |
| That’s when the stars really glow |
| Been that nigga, yeah, really though |
| Need good brain and silly dough |
| No cap, 'cause it don’t fit the skull |
| But I think they really don’t feel me, though |
| Until I blast a nigga, yeah |
| Then I’m gon' blast off |
| No brakes, boy, yeah, the cast off |
| How your life a movie, but your cast off? |
| I’m a Bathing Ape off of bath salts |
| I fuck around and then eat you alive |
| Third eye’s been sleep deprived |
| Trust, I could peep your lies, hide |
| I haven’t changed shit |
| Even though I been on the road and back |
| I’m still that nigga that sold them packs |
| Been around the block like a Cul-de-sac |
| Been around the world like a satellite |
| Uncle still call a nigga Cody Mac |
| Yeah, I got my change up |
| But I ain’t change up |
| When it come to you, I can’t say the same, bruh |
| Goddamn |
| Goddamn |
| Niggas change like an outfit |
| And I was up like an out-South, bitch |
| Cozz been my nigga, no clout shit |
| I had made a path, they took it from me |
| I made a love, re-route shit |
| I’m from Woodside, so it took time |
| Now it’s hook, line, like a trout fish |
| I don’t explain shit |
| I ain’t cappin' 'bout it |
| Easy to read my vibe, look in my eyes |
| See how I act around 'em |
| Only thing that I change is my Air Max’s |
| I don’t even mac around 'em |
| Macaroni, my time, I got in my bag |
| And since, it’s been happy times |