Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Janky, artist - Maxo Kream. Date of issue: 11.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Janky |
| For my niggas with convictions who ain’t do it |
| Who ain’t snitchin' locked in prison spreadin' noodles |
| For my niggas in the struggle goin' through it |
| They going through the struggle mane |
| I’m tired of it |
| Seen some day one niggas change they up to somein' |
| They plottin on me actin strange I’m waitin fo it |
| They smilin while I’m in my grave |
| I don’t trust nuthin |
| I thought I had some loyal bros |
| I was trippin |
| Seen some real ass niggas fold |
| Tellin, snitchin' |
| My mind on my money mang |
| Cause theya take it |
| Now theys can’t trust a single soul |
| Cause they all janky |
| I used to set up bitch to rob my daddy for a brick and a rollie on his wrist |
| and shot his ass with the pistol |
| So I bin used to get it till the fam start snitchin |
| His own blood sister put him up in prison |
| My brother got his with the tech and a shark in his neck when I catch the fuck |
| nigga ima kill him |
| Mama still goin through the struggle with my sister and my brothers overtime |
| workin double or eviction |
| So I gotta cop it by the bun n for the pot make it bubble |
| Cut the cookie cleaner crumble in the kitchen |
| Tryna put my niggas on some money cause they start movin funny everytime I turn |
| around they stealin' |
| Niggas ain’t solid fake like cut dope |
| Down since toddlers daycare drumroll |
| Had to rob my partner had to get cutthroat |
| Trap got slow me and juice sold soap |
| I used to sleep with no mattress |
| (Just cut with made pallets?) |
| Eat noodles to manage |
| Ma dude josh n alice |
| Need clothes to go to school so I slay pot |
| No Jordans 2 for 89 Reeboks |
| I was 12 chuckie cheese playin lil league |
| Robbin niggas servin fiends by 13 |
| Became a grown man it was overnight |
| (I had nobody to) |
| Went through the dirtiness all the rain |
| Came from the mud with some struggle pains |
| Cops took my shine puff daddy pdiddy |
| Put me on tv like ray charles |
| By the whole time the feds kick the door down |
| Organized crime that’s the fight of 99' |
| Every court gettin judged by a tour of whites |
| Who never had to struggle in they God damn life |
| Skippin' school to serve my junkies I was truin' |
| Rob my niggas take they money I was boostin' |
| For all my niggas in the struggle going through it |
| They going through the struggle mane |
| I’m tired of it |
| Seen some day one niggas change they up to somein' |
| They plottin on me actin strange I’m waitin' fo' it |
| They smilin while I’m in my grave |
| I don’t trust no one |
| I thought I had some loyal bros |
| I was trippin' |
| Seen some real ass niggas fold |
| Tellin, snitchin' |
| My mind on my money mang |
| Cause theya take it |
| Now theys can’t trust a single soul |
| Cause they all janky |