Letra de Carrying The World - Jace!

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Rrr)

Ayy, ayy

I'm still thinking 'bout that (Bitch)

Niggas getting killed, I'm still thinking 'bout that (Shit)

Niggas ain't keep it real, and I'm still thinking about that

Talk that talk, we touch his top, yeah, we gon' paint 'em 'bout that

There go the opps, did all that talking, we gon' spray 'em 'bout that

Brand new drop top with no top, and we gon' spray up out it

I had a couple of niggas switch up, they wanted fame about that

Ayy (Rrr), ayy (Rrr-rrr), be hard to keep on track (Track)

In the back of the lab with a pin in the patch, tryna see if this shit gon' last

Tryna get on my ass and make shit happen, I think I did too bad

This bi' always tryna yell at me, why you wanna hit so bad? (Bitch)

Jace been on this shit for years, why you want hit so bad?

At the top of the top of the mountain, I'm thinking 'bout how I'm in too fast

At the top of the top of the mountain, I'm thinking 'bout how this weight'll feel (Bitch, ayy)

If I took it off my shoulders and they did you shit (Nigga, ayy)

If it's 'bout the fam', I'm devoted, I don't need it for shit (Don't need it for shit)

I'm in that matte black Range Rover, look like it came from Rick (Rick, ayy)

"Oh shit, Top Kid turnt up, they done woke him up again" (Again)

I'm in that black stained Cobra, I done did my shit

Two phones, who knows? New phone, who this?

It's them niggas, they want smoke with Top Kid

No shit then it's a hit, we send a Blitz, get him flipped 'bout them chips

They know what the fuck I'm saying, nigga (Bitch)

If I don't eat the Perc won't sit

I'm getting sick, I came from shit (Shit)

Tryna find a hit, been locked in, like (Like, ayy)

I ain't got no crib, that money I call dibs on it

She don't want no kids, she just want them niggas on her

Bitch, ayy

Ayy (Rrr)

It's really like I could've talked that pain but I choose not to (Rrr)

I'm still thinking 'bout that (Bitch)

Niggas getting killed, I'm still thinking 'bout that (Shit)

Niggas ain't keep it real, and I'm still thinking about that

Talk that talk, we touch his top, yeah, we gon' paint 'em 'bout that

There go the opps, did all that talking, we gon' spray 'em 'bout that

Brand new drop top with no top, and we gon' spray up out it

I had a couple of niggas switch up, they wanted fame about that

Ayy (Rrr), ayy (Rrr-rrr), be hard to keep on track (Track)

In the back of the 'Lac with a pin in the patch, tryna see if this shit gon' last

Tryna get on my ass and make shit happen, I think I did too bad

This bi' always tryna yell at me, why you want a hit so bad? (Bitch)

Jace been on this shit for years, why you want a hit so bad?

At the top of the top of the mountain, I'm thinking 'bout how I'm in too fast

At the top of the top of the mountain, I'm thinking 'bout how this weight'll feel (Bitch, ayy)

If I took it off my shoulders and they did you shit

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