Текст песни Jo - Blo

Losin' all my day ones
They say I forgot where I came from
Break in cars, I got my name from
One day, it'll get better, and I'm still waitin' on that day to come
One day, it's gon' change
I was nobody in jail, bitch, I'ma buy all y'all a chain
I'm tryna get everybody a car, I don't care 'bout license, still gon' drive
Talkin' 'bout license, we ain't got license, we still get in the car and slide

We ain't have license, we stole a Jeep and went on high-speed
This machine crank every whip, I just need some car keys
30 blues and Roxys, I'm smooth, I need RPs
And right now, I'm sittin' on a bunk, but I won't let it stop me
Right now, I'm sittin' on a bunk
My partner, he got hoop dreams, he swear he can dunk
It's crazy he got out and don't change, he still thinkin' the NBA
Strike God I am, I put a flathead on my face

Look me in my eyes
Can't look you in your eyes, I'm lookin' at your thighs
His bitch already cheatin', he got another five
Call security and he at a level five
But she say she gon' ride
Never trust a bitch, rule number one, yeah
Never go for shit, Glock with a switch
But if I'm ridin' by myself, then it's a Glock with a stick
But if I get out and walk him down, then he got popped in some Ricks

Rick Owens, the ones with the fur
You gave me love, I gave it back because it wasn't pure
You still be on opp shit
Just don't be amazed if I showed up at your door, I'm a locksmith
Ask the streets, I came a long way

We really made it and we gon' make it even farther and bigger
It's, I'm just the beginning, we'll never stop
This shit forever, SRT

Really came from nothing
I don't think I told my fans that I blew up on the run
Remember my bet, shawty, pay me with a son
Destined with the streets, you wasn't thuggin' with Milan
Ask would I give a fuck? Hell naw, that's why I give a ten
GAP took me to jail, that's why I give a spin
Knowin' I'll probably never be faithful, that's why I give her Neimans
Fuckin' on my favorite booster, she be hittin' Neimans

Materialistic
Asked me, did I need somethin'? You still ain't send shit
I need another Perc', I don't feel it
Remember, we lost a car because the owner had a killswitch
But we got back to it
You talkin' 'bout that first lil' money, I done ran through it
Now I got some more money, watch me thumb through it
Opps said they gon' kill me, tell 'em come do it, tell 'em come do it

They know I ain't hidin'
Me and my gang could've played baseball the way we be slidin'
I ain't buyin' the ho a Cartier, that's a waste of time
The fuck I look like sendin' this ho some pape'? That's a waste of time
Won't send a ho no bread
But if she mine, and I took off, that ho can get some bread
Slim thick, pretty brown, and she got some legs
Last night, I had a dream that Caresha was in my bed, aha