Polaroids

Make ya feel sumthin', it's that ring that make you feel so good We keep it bumpin', straight up funkin' It's that bump, it't that funk It's that thing that make you jump It's that bump, it't that funk It's that thing that make you jump () Where they go? Put the city on the map, no vacation Your time comin', homie, stay patient Every second Jay, momma call me Jason Eva is I put her in a situation People like me had to make a waitin' Figure it out on my own Pullin' out on this loan If ya know then ya know If ya know then I hope One day we gon' make it out this joint Been chillin' with the homies that are rollin' up a joint I don't even smoke, homie, that's just plain Mess nigga, I'm just tryna make my point Come from where I'm from, you get tested When the funk is up, ya don't mess wit me Me? I swear this shit gon' get messy I ain't even violent, I ain't even trying Cuz get silent, sirens all I eva hear The shit fryin', to get a livin' I'mma get a half livin' I'mma go where the realest beat at Same ol' niggas talkin' wanna be that One step ahead, homie, did you see that? Rat race, only I'm the leader of the pack Back, homie, cool-aid sippin', coojay chillin' Me, just livin', East Side chillin' Diggin' to the roots till it ain't no eef All I eva want is bass to create And reef, might sound gray, homie, that's just me A nigga does dream, can a nigga just dream? It might sound gray, homie, that's just me Let a nigga dream, bounce! (Bounce) Make ya feel sumthin', it's that ring that make you feel so good We keep it bumpin', straight up funkin' It's that bump, it't that funk It's that thing that make you jump It's that bump, it't that funk It's that thing that make you jump (2) When I was only sixteen, nigga with a dream Listening to people, tell me what I couldn't be I knew so wrong cuz the world so loud(?) I don't give a damn, I don't go in no? I'mma see why the niggas in the hurr right out Dang, people wanna tell me time out Damn, I'm not stoppin', I'mma get it right now Same ol' shit, see me still runnin' with the same ol' clique I take no shit And I could tell you how it feels when you believe it and it can pay bills That's real life, homie Ain't no thrills, girl, come and ride fo' me Nigga, shit got real Just got a deal, ah, more shows And I ain't even messin' with these hoes I just do it fo' the people Not a rim for my Rolls I can tell ya, we don't luv these hoes (We don't luv these hoes) Yeah, he don't even shine no mo', damn He don't even write no mo' The homie disappointed, ain't fly no mo' Momma feelin' good, she ain't cry no mo' Yung homie told me I was doin' this since about 04' Got a lil bit mo' from the soul Than the all on my own, but it's cool, cuz we on that New shit, knew this, what you on bout? Wakin' up, early in the mornin' I be hearin' bout Beef in the hood, I some things don't change in the hood Bang bang shoot shoot in the hood I get wee wee that's all ya see in the hood Huh, dang, but I guess we livin' good tho And I guess we feelin' good, bruh Huh, I can make ya feel good tho Make ya feel sumthin', it's that ring that make you feel so good We keep it bumpin', straight up funkin' It's that bump, it't that funk It's that thing that make you jump It's that bump, it't that funk It's that thing that make you jump