Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How Did I Get This Deep?, artist - Jazz Cartier. Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How Did I Get This Deep? |
| Mama said, «Never take advice from a nigga with no money» |
| This is my world, don’t tell me how to run it |
| Old niggas, washed up, Joe Budden |
| Got enough to feed the needy, tell that nigga hold something |
| New nigga, Coupe sicker |
| Pull up and the roof’s missing, two bitches |
| They know a nigga do business, at Ruth Chris' |
| Got maids that’ll fry chicken and do dishes |
| Now they know the wave is hot, the face is hot |
| Watching all the rings I got and chains I cop |
| Cartier frames on watch, I made alot |
| From days had to make the wop to make the drop |
| Niggas know |
| There comes a time in your life, you gotta sacrifice |
| I’m paralyzing the parasites when I pay 'em no mind |
| From paradise, I’m playing this shit to paradigm |
| Dropped «Paranoia» and started having the fear of god |
| I’m running round round round |
| I’m running round round round |
| Yeah |
| I learned a lot about your early 20s |
| You’re never full until the glass is empty |
| We used to round up change just to eat at Wendy’s |
| But shit I’m tryna count change in the back of Bentleys |
| All hunnids, no twenties |
| Fuck rapping, gotta make it as a man |
| Came out of my depression and I blamed it on the fans |
| The anxiety was killing me |
| Burn a couple bridges, started drinking past my limit |
| Then shit got real for me |
| Paranoia was misstep |
| I still play it back and I skip tracks |
| If it’s an 'L' then I’ll hold that |
| But not forever, its the get back |
| Started peeling back layers to my soul |
| Fuck the fame, I don’t even wanna make it as a whole |
| Suits gettin' in the way, Cuzzi had to take control |
| And from here on out, it’s a go. |
| JLF |
| I’m running round round round |
| Stepped in the club it was crazy |
| I wonder why these niggas hate me |
| Probably my all-black Mercedes |
| .45, never on safety |
| Not even Jesus can save me |
| Not even Jesus can save me |
| How did I get this deep? |
| 10 toes in my sneaks |
| 2 feet in the streets |
| 1 hand on my gun |
| How did I get this deep? |
| (it's ok, I promise) |
| Before all of the tours |
| In Toronto, was pure |
| Honest Ed’s on Bloor |
| It was our lovesick |
| And we didn’t want no cure (can you feel it?) |
| Well me at least |
| How did I get this deep? |
| (I'm running round n round) |
| Do you still love it |
| Yeah |
| All I wanted was peace |
| They just wanted a piece |
| Now I got blood on the leaves |
| From the killing machines |
| (someone's gotta go through it) |
| How did I get this deep? |
| How did we get so deep? |
| (Not even Jesus can save me) |