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Almost Didn't Make It (feat. DC)
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Jordan Renie Gomes
Jordan Renie Gomes
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I remember days we was fucked up Hard work, man, opportunity, they tell me that we lucked up Are we still alive? we did luck up Cause it could've been a different story comin' where I come from Depression hit me heavy, I was sittin' on my ass My skin was doin' bad and I was steady missin' class I'm stressin' bout my past, tryna rummage up some cash And mom just lost her job, it all happened so fast 725, fuck I'm supposed to do with that A text just hit my phone, proposition for a bag It was Joe Dirt, but it's the best option I had I got a skill, got them lil' pennies out my stash I had to get it off, I couldn't wait, I couldn't lag I pulled it on my homie and he looked at me and laughed I swear he ain't have the heart to tell me it was trash Out of sympathy, he grabbed two grams, he got my back Now I'm hella juiced, thinkin' I could make a stack I'm hittin' all my contacts like I got that green crack I'm pluggin' hella crucial like it's 50 for a sack They said four-eighth, I'm servin' while I'm textin' back My phone ringin', pick up where it's buzzin' at My inno-partners hit me dim like where my cousin at We with this bad lil' red, you sit wit in class She keep askin' us like, damn, where my husband at I duck off real quick just to wash my nuts I took a shot thinkin' how I'm finna touch them guts The way she stare at me in class, I kinda knew what's up I'm finna treat her like a broken car and tune her up Now, I'm steady thinkin' while I'm sprucin' up Focus, I can't loosen up The pack George Jefferson felt like it got me movin' up I went to grab the weed, somethin' told me not to bring it I said, fuck that, cause you know I'm finna sling it Ayy, she the type of chick that make you drown that coochie deep in Forgot my ID, saw her dorm, I had to sneak in I brought the whole half, don't know what I was thinkin I had that bammer, but my partners had the flow stinkin I walked in, started drinkin', her hormones was peakin I'm rubbin' on her body while I'm whisperin' and speakin I kinda want the folks to leave so we can get to freakin She licked me on my ear and told me how her coochie leakin Before it elevated heard a knock on the door Ayy, it sounded real familiar, heard this knock from before Ayy, instincts alert, I stashed the bottle and dro And then I hid because I had a feelin' this was the po's So you could fully understand how petrified I am In a state that I'm in, they givin' niggas years for grams I'm in the shower hidin', tryna listen, take note Lay low, while I waited, then they left, I played it slow And this white girl came earlier, probably was the one who snitched She was fakin' like she really want to jump my potna dick It was cool till this chick, start arguin' and shit Then we woulda walked out had she just kept her lips stitched But instead, she had to burst out and leave the stress up They wanna search the room and then they said the bathroom next up They probably hear my heartbeat, I almost threw my chest up I'm thinkin' in my head, damn, how I'm gon' finesse up Ayy, then Uno spoke up, confident they choke up He said, I'm the one you smell, I'm who brought the drough up Now I'm in my dorm tryna figure out a plan And then I stop abruptly, phone ringin' in my hand Ayy, they just got Uno, everything cool though They at the jail cell, you know the one that's close to Suno When they told me this, I wasn't feelin' right I said, fuck waitin', nigga, we gon' get him out tonight So I hit the club, advertising weed, I got two for dub Oh, you right where? I'm right here, come and scoop it up I get it off, I'm feelin' like the plug, and I'm showin' love I sell that last eighth, I hit the house and then I call him up Petty, but that shit felt like a nightmare from hell I still prevailed, I got him out, and I did it so well I couldn't help but laugh while we lookin' back over meals The same weed that got him wrapped, got him right out of jail
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