Make the News (feat. Shy Glizzy) - Jackboy

I want all shooters at my funeral Only real niggas at my funeral It's gone be ten thousand bitches at my funeral Niggas gone have them pistols at my funeral It's gone be some superstars at my funeral Driving in exotic cars to my funeral Niggas that whip that brick of hard at my funeral You might get your ass robbed at my funeral They tell me stay out the streets Niggas trying To kill me This all I know I was born with the shit in me I don't leave the house if I don't have a semi My niggas ain't pouring no Remy, they don't drink Remy I'm all around the globe, just me and Benny We couting benji's bitches we bout to cop some Bentleys Matching Bentleys, just to be specific U should seen this bitches I had last night, she so terrific And she know I'm a fucking menace She look like Taraji P Henson Bury me in all white linen Bet you they won't say a pussy did it I want all shooters at my funeral Only real niggas at my funeral It's gone be ten thousand bitches at my funeral Niggas gone have them pistols at my funeral It's gone be some superstars at my funeral Driving in exotic cars to my funeral Niggas that whip that brick of hard at my funeral You might get your ass robbed at my funeral I'm thinking about my granny, her name is Ann Just lost her daughter and her son did not become a man Got damn, everybody love miss Ann But she done been through so much pain, she don't give a damn Gotta stay strong for my fam, I made myself a man But if I dont, who the fuck gonna take care of my fam? My uncle in wheelchair, I'm trying to get him a lam Momma keep talking about her bills, that's why I'm out here hustling? I ain't stunt on these niggas like I really wanna I ain't fuck all these bitches that I really wanna I don't see these bitch niggas just like stevie wonder Wen i die all i want is... I want all shooters at my funeral Only real niggas at my funeral It's gone be ten thousand bitches at my funeral Niggas gone have them pistols at my funeral It's gone be some superstars at my funeral Driving in exotic cars to my funeral Niggas that whip that brick of hard at my funeral You might get your ass robbed at my funeral End

(It's Balik) Yeah Young Jefe, holmes Oh Standin' on the block, on my head My wish was, to get rich I got big homies, but they dead I got long money, stack that bread Bitch we run the town, heard what I said I'll take down, paint it red Bad bitches on, they gimme head Free my rich niggas, out the feds When he get lonely, he wanna have a good night She say, "Shawty, what that bag look like?" She like to party, but he gon' get her mind right Got on my Cartis, I'm tryna duck the limelight Ever since I was a youngin', I seen you pussy niggas hatin' I'ma put on my youngins, and I'ma be proud to see 'em make it A nigga ain't give me shit, nah, now y'all gon' see me take it When I whipped out that stick, man you shoulda seen their faces My bitch so bad, dawg, you should see her ass, dawg Her bag cost fifteen thousand, come on and check the tags, dawg Runnin' from mad dogs, told my nigga, don't get bagged, dawg Just blew a quarter-mil, yeah, that's what that new G Wag cost Need me a bitch gon' ride with me, need a bitch gon' vibe with me Nah, them niggas ain't none of my friends, they ain't gon' slide with me How the fuck you call yourself a Glizzy? Niggas ain't even tied with me Bitch, I seen your DM, I'm busy, now she wanna go live with me Dime piece to tame me, yeah, side piece amazin' She got this dick, she say "I see now why your bitch so crazy" She told me I'm number one, Tracy McGrady I'm havin' fun and you got none, these niggas hate me Brenda got a baby and Jefe got a brick These ain't no .380s, shawty, this extended clip See, this ain't no regular pistol, it came with a kit Had a bitch out way in Europe, that bitch was a trip Gave that bitch my digits, but I know she want a ticket Hit it, then I quit it, say, I hit it, then I quit it Brick for a feature, yeah, I take it, then I whip it Stock it, then I flip it, yeah we vacuum, then we seal it Southeast savage, bitch, I ain't average Came up out that gutter, now the nigga livin' lavish Shoppin' sprees in Paris, bitch, I'm mad rich Rep that Glizzy Gang, bitch, I got more guns than a terrorist Standin' on the block, on my head My wish was, to get rich I got big homies, but they dead I got long money, stack that bread Bitch we run the town, heard what I said I'll take down, paint it red Bad bitches on, they gimme head Free my rich niggas, out the feds When he get lonely, he wanna have a good night She say, "Shawty, what that bag look like?" She like to party, but he gon' get her mind right Got on my Cartis, I'm tryna duck the limelight

I fucked up and fell in love with the streets Made my first 6 figures off of drugs with her Smoking weed with the robbers, sipping syrup with killas Sunday morning I'm in church but I'm a drug dealer This relationship that we share is unbreakable Your spot bitch you got in my heart is irreplaceable Grandma tried her best to get me to stay away from you Remember when I got locked and I caught my first case with you You taught these fuck niggas and shaste bitches that's why my mothafucking trigga finger always itchin' They want me to leave you alone since I started rapping Dolph saying goodbye to the streets that would never happen For real Its like no matter what I do Where I go What I'm doing Whereever I'm met Across the country doing shows Fucking bad hoes Always wanna go back to the trap Amen, damn I love the streets that's why I'm fucking up in high school I'm breaking rules selling shoes skipping homeroom I've seen the youngest niggas pull up on the [?] On the old school [?] nigga trunk slaming In the streets you can be a ho In these streets you can be a boss You wanna be a hood nigga you gotta make a choice Either selling hard nigga or your playing sports Ain't no diploma in these streets just mo' drama Side bitches who ain't shit jelous baby mamas I done made it out the streets thank god I started rapping But those streets are still in me damn i miss trapping Yeah Like all I know is these streets These streets made me bruh For real My [?] looking scary I keep on selling heroin Screaming free the gang fuck the victim and the jury Just cop me some jewelry Your bitch tell me she dare me Diamonds very pretty [?] my eyes blurry Young Jefe I'ma stunna you a bumma Ayyy Shawty what's your number I said a lot of narcotics, I swear I don't want it I'm looking for some other rappers with some good numbers Label me with the flyest Label me with the highest If I supply it they buy it I used to run it [?] All of this money piling I just can't say goodbye to it Follow Embed Reply... TeeCee 39 10 months ago Man Shit... man Man how the fuck I get into this shit? (FUCK IT) [?] assassins [?] pompano paint? After current Thats why I fuck with niggas that get out here and get it how they live like me Shy Glizzy what's poppin [?] My future looking scary [?] OG got my eyes blurry I sell a lot of narcotics, I swear I dont wanna If I supply it they buy it [?] I used to wanna be Iverson, Now the whole world know who shy is