Текст песни JahColdHearted - Juggin Jah

Bankrolls, won′t fold, 24 so bold
My neck done froze, my heart turned cold
Thick hoes, large poles
Can't trust a soul, some friends turn foes. Some aint stock to the code

Cook beef, stack cabbage, My blunt can′t pass it
Said I got bad habits, molly e codeine adict
U lookin for fake static
Ps n bands stuffed in the attic
I'm just tryna flood the patek
Bitch classy wit a lil ratchet

Fuc ya gang, fuc ya set
I don't care what chu rep
Shells still go thru ya chest
No coming back after death
Trappin like something to prove
Cuz took me to trap skool
Sometimes u win sometimes u lose
Jug a nigga u snooze u lose

Jug a nigga, u snooze u lose
Jug wit my bro, finessin fools
Now I′m Drippin dior my shoes
Detectives lookin for blue clues
This bitch said I′m so rude
I'm just blunt, mr super cool
Bitch who is u, I can buy life for u n u
I sent my dogs on a mystery like skooby doo
My lil bro said let me at him like scrappy do
But he ain′t gone scrap wit u
He talkin hot shit, send some fire thru