Текст песни Carrying the World - Jace!

Ayy, ayy, ayy (rrr)
Ayy, ayy

I'm still thinking 'bout that (bitch)
Niggas getting killed
I'm still thinking 'bout that (shit)
Niggas ain't keep it real
And I'm still thinking about that
Talk that talk, we touch his top
Yeah, we gon' paint 'em 'bout that
There go the opps, did all that talking
We gon' spray 'em 'bout that
Brand new drop top with no top
And we gon' spray up out it
I had a couple of niggas switch up
They wanted fame about that
Ayy (rrr), ayy (rrr-rrr)
Be hard to keep on track (track)
In the back of the lab with a pin in the patch
Tryna see if this shit gon' last
Tryna get on my ass and make shit happen
I think I did too bad
This bi' always tryna yell at me
Why you wanna hit so bad? (Bitch)
Jace been on this shit for years
Why you want a hit so bad?
At the top of the top of the mountain
I'm thinking 'bout how I'm in too fast
At the top of the top of the mountain
I'm thinking 'bout how this weight'll feel (bitch, ayy)
If I took it off my shoulders and they did you shit (nigga, ayy)

If it's 'bout the fam', I'm devoted
I don't need it for shit (don't need it for shit)
I'm in that matte black Range Rover
Look like it came from Rick (Rick, ayy)
"Oh shit, Top Kid turnt up, they done woke him up again" (again)
I'm in that black stained Cobra
I done did my shit
Two phones, who knows?
New phone, who this?
It's them niggas
They want smoke with Top Kid
No shit then it's a hit
We send a Blitz
Get him flipped 'bout them chips
They know what the fuck I'm saying, nigga (bitch)
If I don't eat the Perc won't sit
I'm getting sick
I came from shit (shit)
Tryna find a hit, been locked in, like (like, ayy)
I ain't got no crib
That money I call dibs on it
She don't want no kids
She just want them niggas on her

Bitch, ayy
Ayy (rrr), it's really like I could've talked that pain but I choose not to (rrr)

I'm still thinking 'bout that (bitch)
Niggas getting killed
I'm still thinking 'bout that (shit)
Niggas ain't keep it real
And I'm still thinking about that
Talk that talk, we touch his top
Yeah, we gon' paint 'em 'bout that
There go the opps, did all that talking
We gon' spray 'em 'bout that
Brand new drop top with no top
And we gon' spray up out it
I had a couple of niggas switch up
They wanted fame about that
Ayy (rrr), ayy (rrr-rrr)
Be hard to keep on track (track)
In the back of the 'Lac with a pin in the patch
Tryna see if this shit gon' last
Tryna get on my ass and make shit happen
I think I did too bad
This bi' always tryna yell at me
Why you wanna hit so bad? (bitch)
Jace been on this shit for years
Why you want a hit so bad?
At the top of the top of the mountain
I'm thinking 'bout how I'm in too fast
At the top of the top of the mountain
I'm thinking 'bout how this weight'll feel (bitch, ayy)
If I took it off my shoulders and they did you shit