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Warfare J
Warfare J
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SGMB JUGG
SGMB JUGG
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jessie Lee Williams
Jessie Lee Williams
Songwriter
Tyquan Squire
Tyquan Squire
Songwriter

Lyrics

Nigga I came from the struggle, (from the struggle) Came from the dirt like a puddle (just like a puddle) Had to work hard had to hustle (had to hustle) To get where I'm at it took muscle (the boy had to hustle) Ice in my veins D'Angelo Russell (Russell) Niggas going to hate and some niggas going to love you (love you) Why would you think I'ma trust you (trust you) But now I'm the one they look up to (one they look up to) Nigga I came from the struggle, (from the struggle) Came from the dirt like a puddle (just like a puddle) Had to work hard had to hustle (had to hustle) To get where I'm at it took muscle (the boy had to hustle) Ice in my veins D'Angelo Russell (Russell) Niggas going to hate and some niggas going to love you (love you) Why would you think I'ma trust you (trust you) But now I'm the one they look up to (one they look up to) Gotta stick to the code balance my high with my lows, Niggas going to hate I suppose, But when you the best you the goat I guess that's just how that shit goes, D'Angelo Russell the ice in my veins embedded in my flows, My heart is cold, Can't trust these niggas not even these hoes, So I keep a pole just Incase you wanna go, but what do you know? I am the best in this bih, I'm really getting tired of addressing that shit, I'm at the top of the crest where I sit The flows are too lit yea you know I'm legit, Every song dropped is a hit I don't miss, I don't plan on stopping till I'm in a ditch, Put me on your track you won't even exist Just like Rich homie I keep going in Soon I get to flowing no need to punch in, Once I lock in then I'm gone with the wind, I'm like a wizard when I grab the pen Put words together I'm Making them blend, I always knew that one day I would Win, Oh you thought different then go think again They counted me out even some of em kin, Just like floater just let that sink in, I don't got no time for amends, I'm trying to buy me ah Benz Get me ah house on the hill I got time for no friends, They say I'm setting a trend, Vision mapped out I don't need a lens, Say what you want I'll just grin I know that you hating it's love on the end, No need to pretend See that I'm up now you wanna be my friend, But it's too late cause you wasn't back then Nigga I came from the struggle, (from the struggle) Came from the dirt like a puddle (just like a puddle) Had to work hard had to hustle (had to hustle) To get where I'm at it took muscle (the boy had to hustle) Ice in my veins D'Angelo Russell (Russell) Niggas going to hate and some niggas going to love you (love you) Why would you think I'ma trust you (trust you) But now I'm the one they look up to (one they look up to) Nigga I came from the struggle, (from the struggle) Came from the dirt like a puddle (just like a puddle) Had to work hard had to hustle (had to hustle) To get where I'm at it took muscle (the boy had to hustle) Ice in my veins D'Angelo Russell (Russell) Niggas going to hate and some niggas going to love you (love you) Why would you think I'ma trust you (trust you) But now I'm the one they look up to (one they look up to) Hop on the beat then I body the shit, Cause the ice in my veins got a young nigga cold, Can't trust you niggas and none of you hoes, When money involved they gone switch up they role, Keep me a pole cause I heard niggas plotting, Shooters on go cause I know they been watching, Move after move I know they gone copy, Hard in the paint like who gone stop me? Im at the top of this shit, I ball like Jordan don't need no assist The jumper to wet with the flick of a wrist, Jugg on the song so you know its a hit Pass me the ball then you know its a win, Hard in the paint I'ma keep going in Feel like the greatest I'ma keep going in (I'ma keep goin in) How can I lose? I was destined for this The flow is to cold yeah I'm destined to win, Flow off the top I don't need me a pen, The love is too fake I don't need me no friends Chasing a bag trying to count up the dead, They say that its hate but its love in the end Murder the beat then I hop in the Benz Murder the beat then I'm gone in the wind
Writer(s): Tyquan Squire, Jessie Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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