Soft On 'Em - J-Brooker

Chips on my shoulder More as I grow older Feel I owe a debt For the things I don't get I only miss out Well I was there before I sit in a corner Sit on the floor Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder There's no time for fun time It's sit and complain time I'll talk about famine While cooking the dinner Don't you feel guilty Don't you feel pity While my head gets fatter And the starving get thinner Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder I should have told her I've chips on my shoulder I'm making a stand While I sit on my arse Fish and chip supper While those in the gutter Can't have a good time Fun's just a farse Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder Chips on my shoulder Now sing it

Gang! And I'm cut throat (BG4L) Hood Wit Another One HSM! I'm still in the streets nigga Yeah! (Mo Motherfuckin 3 nigga) Like two o'clock I got a call that my dog died, but I'm knowin' Declined the call Cuz I been plottin all mornin how imma smoke em' (for real) Caught em' lackin at the club I'm in motion guess what I'm totin' Every opp I got they know to be active cuz I ain't goin' (yeaa) All in traffic did em dirty shots fired, my window open (pow) And watch that nigga spin around Kept on rollin I'm on some mo' shit (true story) He barely made it I'm like fuck it I'm posted up I'm gettin' closer (haa) Got all his potnas and put em' up Hocus pocus cuz it ain't over (yeaa) Back to back we hit em' up They knowin what my intentions is (for real) In the streets bitch imma judge My opps gon' get this life sentence then Check the sco' the cemetery full I done put all of dem bitches in Three bodies in the same month That other body was on accident I know they tired of dressin' up in them suits Well bitch I'm sick of them My gorillas got the drop Just need the car go get the windows tinted (gang) Left a nigga brain dead Oh well he'll never talk again (gang) You talkin' to the chalk em' man I chalk em' out and do my dance Slide On Em' (wah ah ah) This here for my enemies (gang) I'm gone slide on em' (wah ah ah) Yellin' lord forgive me soon as I go ride on em' Turn you into a memory I'm gone slide on em' (wah ah ah) I'm gone slide on em' yeah (gang) (Wah ah ah ah) My family playin' dirty games (they dirty) But look it's cool I introduced em' to my murda gang (gone serve em') HSM I know you heard how we did wassaname (get em') Them other niggas barely made it But they still felt my pain (haa) Choppas they stocked up Yellin' red rum and that's on gang (on gang) Y'all gave the drop to one of my opps so y'all gone die in vain (BOW) Like that lil nigga did (yea) Put em' up And let em' know that it's like that for the rest of them (for real) God I know I'm wrong, but chu gon' meet em' when I catch him yea This when all that trouble came (trouble came, yea) When I made Bubba Gang (Bubba Gang) Diss BG4L bitch that's on Bubba name (on Bubba) Click fulla gorillas all my brothers slangin' iron This on my soul (gang) Nigga betta' keep that pole (bang) Catch a nigga lackin' he gone go (haa) Seven point six two chop up his whole home Slide On Em' (wah ah ah) This here for my enemies (gang) I'm gone slide on em' (wah ah ah) Yellin' lord forgive me soon as I go ride on em' Turn you into a memory I'm gone slide on em' (wah ah ah) I'm gone slide on em' yeah (gang) (Wah ah ah ah)

Gang, Yeah, HopOutGang, JumpOutGang Money got me super tripping bitch Balmain super different bitch Since a kid I been that nigga bitch She ain't mad she that nigga bitch Glock 40 run up and get hit Turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em Shooter shoot the shooter, you could meet the rugga Foe'Nem take his noodles, we only ate 10 noodles Member struggling stupid, we was never stupid D-Light going crazy, yeah yeah yeah Niggas tried to kill me, pussy you ain't there Niggas said we kidding, you was never there You was making store, I was making bail Niggas smoking blunt I was breaking L Never took a loss, I was repping L's Smoking Tooka blunt, Smoking Shondale Have a 40 on me, Opp been tryna kill I can't go like that, I ain't bro like that Rest in peace Nooski, why they score like that 40 city shit, I could tour like that Rap money turn it into trap Shoot Em up Gang, I be into that Drive-By Gang, I be into that I be in the streets while you internet, L Can't post up cause they'll ride on me Before the fame had the Mac on me Please try me, welcome mat on me (come here) Money got me super tripping bitch Balmain super different bitch Since a kid I been that nigga bitch She ain't mad she that nigga bitch Glock 40 run up and get hit Turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em Robbers rob the robber, nigga ima problem Always kept a lama put it on my momma Foe'Nem with the drama, father god I'm drop em Only reason not, pussy he a tell Only is he live, mean he gotta go Catch him off in traffic, pussy better blow We gon change the score, he gon be a post Niggas gon be gone, while we do the most Streets say I done went Hollywood Bitch i'm OG Bobby Johnson Good If it was me, bitch you probably would Rapping all about the gang shit Last time you was in the hood, huh? (Answer that) When the last time you was in the hood? Pussy I'm a B.O.N nigga, I don't fuck with none of you niggas Shoot a nigga in his shit, cuff a nigga face up Bitch you wanna talk shit, in the trap I bake some Niggas talk about robbing, bitch ain't never take none Money got me super tripping bitch Balmain super different bitch Since a kid I been that nigga bitch She ain't mad she that nigga bitch Glock 40 run up and get hit Turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em

Damn I drunk so much that I can't even see your face I'm so up right now, I could just float in outer space When I wake up tomorrow, tonight will be a daze But I'm not falling over, man I'm feeling like I'm sway Like I'm sway, like I'm sway Like I'm sway, like I'm sway Bitch I feel like sway, like I'm sway Like I'm sway, like I'm sway, sway, ay, ay I'm feeling so fucked, brother I'm feeling like a madders Snapchat hoes keep snapping me and flashing with their cameras I'm looking so wavey, I could surf around the atlas And this butters chick, right now is looking like an actress When I buy the bottles, got your bitch looking amazed Way I'm acting reckless, like I haven't got a brain They just wanna swing on me, and say they swing both ways But I draw the line when they ask me to wear my chain Damn I drunk so much that I can't even see your face I'm so up right now, I could just float in outer space When I wake up tomorrow, tonight will be a daze But I'm not falling over, man I'm feeling like I'm sway Like I'm sway, like I'm sway, Like I'm sway, like I'm sway, Bitch I feel like sway, like I'm sway, Like I'm sway, like I'm sway, sway, ay, ay 20 man around me and we all be feeling burse Whys your girlfriend clubbing with no money in her purse? Girls are out here twerking, next day they be going church What's a main, without a side, and bumper for desert Guys are out here cheating, hoping they don't leave a trace Girls act like Beyoncé, know that they can be replaced The way these mandem talk but they can't say it to my face The way these mandem stunt, but they be acting outta place Damn I drunk so much that I can't even see your face I'm so up right now, I could just float in outer space When I wake up tomorrow, tonight will be a daze But I'm not falling over, man I'm feeling like I'm sway Like I'm sway, like I'm sway, Like I'm sway, like I'm sway, Bitch I feel like sway, like I'm sway, Like I'm sway, like I'm sway, sway, ay, ay Gasolina Who got the keys to the Beamer I'm so drunk I can't see much Hear no sound from the speaker Drink spill over my sneaker Spill it over my crep I ain't worried bout it either I'm not watching where I step Playing games like it's FIFA Pass me the pad or my pen Cos my lyrics bang when I'm ducked up Allow the autocorrect I'll be leaning like pisa And sending texts I'll regret Next days the amnesia It's best that I forget Damn I drunk so much that I can't even see your face I'm so up right now, I could just float in outer space When I wake up tomorrow, tonight will be a daze But I'm not falling over, man I'm feeling like I'm sway Like I'm sway, like I'm sway Like I'm sway, like I'm sway, Bitch I feel like sway, like I'm sway, Like I'm sway, like I'm sway, sway, ay, ay Damn I drunk so much that I can't even see your face I'm so up right now, I could just float in outer space When I wake up tomorrow, tonight will be a daze But I'm not falling over, man I'm feeling like I'm sway Like I'm sway, like I'm sway Like I'm sway, like I'm sway Bitch I feel like sway, like I'm sway Like I'm sway, like I'm sway, sway, ay, ay