Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Era, artist - Jim Jones.
Date of issue: 29.05.2019
Song language: English
My Era |
Heatmakerz |
Crack Music |
Right about this time, I’d like to say a prayer for everyone out there |
Bow your heads |
Twelve sinners all around the world |
Pray for y’all |
I can dig it, uh-huh |
Pray for me, I pray for you |
I even pray for my enemies too, you heard? |
Where I’m from, we don’t live long |
The good die young |
Where you from? |
Where I’m from |
It still get cold in the summertime and dark in the daytime |
Where I’m from |
I seen all the toughest niggas fold and I swear it didn’t take time |
I watched niggas go and change, did in no time |
They gon' try and throw shade so we don’t shine |
We gon' buy forty Rollies for the old time |
They don’t wanna see us shine, we don’t pay 'em no mind, yeah |
We got fresh watchin' the Dapper Dan era |
I’m from that come up short, smack you and your man era |
Runnin' 'round, a thousand grams inside a hundred grand Carrera |
Rockin' two G’s, a couple grand on the sweater, uh |
Add 'em up, these is Gucci mathematics (Breathe) |
To get some fresh airs, I want pump like an asthmatic, no cap (Breathe, nigga) |
I’m just runnin' down a list of things |
I hit the jeweler, I got the watch and gotta get the ring (Facts) |
I’m still flyin' through Harlam, you think the whip had wings (Woo) |
And everybody got the throne until they hit the 'caine (Boom) |
That nigga speakin' malice |
But he so valid, he send out hits like Khaled (We the Best) |
Shit, they take his top off in that Maybach |
Forgive me, God, don’t let me say that (Chill) |
But Lord knows I been to hell, I’m on my way back (I'm comin') |
I’m ridin' dirty in that foreign for that payback |
Where I’m from |
It still get cold in the summertime and dark in the daytime |
Where I’m from |
I seen all the toughest niggas fold and I swear it didn’t take time |
I watched niggas go and change, did in no time |
They gon' try and throw shade so we don’t shine |
We gon' buy forty Rollies for the old time |
They don’t wanna see us shine, we don’t pay 'em no mind, yeah |
I’m from that rope chain, cocaine, the crack era |
TNT came, we tossed out packs era |
Took money, ski mask, them gloves was black leather |
Friends dead, RIP on the wall with black letters, ayy |
Lord forgive us, nobody prepared all us |
On the road to riches, a cell what’s waitin' for us |
At court, hopin' somebody came with bail for us |
'Fore them warrants popped up, they try to leave us locked up |
Red light green, them G’s was yellin' go |
Idolize dope dealers, bought Beamers off sellin' blow (Yeah) |
Runnin' up the bread, my business was gettin' more (Word) |
'Til they see me come through in black coupes with yellow hoes |
I’m a god in my ghetto, beat odds in my ghetto |
Spinned blocks, threw shots, survived wars in my ghetto (Yeah) |
Kept it on me like I glued my palm to the metal |
You can’t call God when you fuck with the wrong devil (Let's go) |
They underrated my greatness |
Anti-lame, I’m not related to fake shit |
Took a vow never to live broke, we stay rich |
Bed-Stuy fly, where young killers go apeshit (Yeah) |
Where I’m from |
It still get cold in the summertime and dark in the daytime |
Where I’m from |
I seen all the toughest niggas fold and I swear it didn’t take time |
I watched niggas go and change, did in no time |
They gon' try and throw shade so we don’t shine |
We gon' buy forty Rollies for the old time |
They don’t wanna see us shine, we don’t pay 'em no mind, yeah |
Yeah, I’m from |
And dark in the daytime, ooh |
I’m from |
Swear it didn’t take time, no |
Did in no time |
Shade so we don’t shine |
For the old times |
We don’t pay 'em no mind, no |