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Jośe Maize
Jośe Maize
Songwriter
Edward Joseph Jackson
Edward Joseph Jackson
Songwriter
LeBron Joseph
LeBron Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Edward Joseph Jackson
Edward Joseph Jackson
Producer
Michael Harvey
Michael Harvey
Recording Engineer
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Far along the road but We still growing And its a reason why i figured Out we chosen We chosen I say we felt so much pain i swear To God we gone keep growing My horn im blowing The band they rolling My niggas we on it Uh Young nigga walking round with An X on my back Never could get a job cause im a Felony cat The city of new orleans where You from where you at Poverty cause destruction get You shot in your back Coming up in the jects i learned How to adapt Like staying to myself i know Some niggas that rap I picked a different hustle with The trombone i trap Stay out niggas way i stay away From all that Even tho i tried hard i almost Came out the same Like just another nigga on the Corner with cane Marijuana smoking socializing With fiends Pledge allegiance to the block I go hard for my team But im a strong harder dude Always followed my dreams Not being like these lames cause Its not what it seems Now i hustle hard give it all to My fam Cause if it wasnt for Them i prolly wont give a damn Come on We came Far along the road but We still growing And its a reason why i figured Out we chosen We chosen I say we felt so much pain i swear To God we gone keep growing My horn im blowing The band they rolling My niggas we on it Uh Im a different individual Passports and residuals Jazz jazz yea i feel it now Jazz jazz can you hear me now Dope music crazy Secondline music made me Spit a trombone like a Cutta dear And it bleed out Yea it speed Rockin to the beat Threw the crowd in the streets When the band play my song And im spinning and im dipping Footwork Its a party new orleans Meat market And we rollin threw The pain we secondline for Everything City fresh and we stylin Secondlines they be crowded Knockin jumpin we be wildin Moving party Yea its a moving party Yea secondlines they a moving Party piff'n strong its a nolathon Yea its a nolathon Nola we got soul Baby we got soul Funky sweaty soul Baby we got soul Say it twice slow Nola we got soul Baby we got soul funky sweaty Soul We came Far along the road but We still growing And its a reason why i figured Out we chosen We chosen I say we felt so much pain i swear To God we gone keep growing My horn im blowing The band they rolling My niggas we on it Uh Never been in the streets cause Shit my momma aint play that But still been with some down Ass niggas since way Still been always down to ride Since way back Still eleven til i die i cant betray That See everything unfolding never Know which way to run to Never looking back when you Got all your dreams in front you You niggas talk that shh but see Me i get it done dude I grew up way different from you Niggas where im from dude Many nights all i had is my mind To think thoughts with No cable on tv no brother sister To talk with Just sittin in the house Wondering if the lord lost me Or even if he hear my prayers I need the devil off me Talk to nick in his cell i had to Tell em i love em See its a blessing and a curse When all your niggas be Thuggin I went to school but to be honest Still dont think that shit for me Rather risk it all now with this Rhyming and stuntin We came Far along the road but We still growing And its a reason why i figured Out we chosen We chosen I say we felt so much pain i swear To God we gone keep growing My horn im blowing The band they rolling My niggas we on it Uh
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