Letra de The Ticket - Jay Hound

(Zazza)

(PradaDidIt)

Like, worda bro

Grahh, grahh

Shit gettin' weird, gotta keep my distance

I was outside, I was down for a minute

Fucked up in the head, but, I know they don't feel it

Prayin' to God, in the middle of sinnin'

If I wanted money, then I had to go get it

Word to my mother, they ain't think that I would do it

I need a milly, I was goin' through it

Fuckin' up my career, tryna spin, this shit stupid

Too known for a part-time job

Put my all in this shit, it's my music

I was just sittin' in the middle of my block

Throwin' words in a mic, I ain't know what I was doin'

If I ain't have money, word to bro, I might lose it

I'm top 5, and it's easy to prove it

I was young tryna win

Signed me a paper, I knew it was wrong, but I still went to do it

R—Rappin', it don't make a difference, I'm still the one ootin'

People keep telling me, "Chill", in my ear, gotta stick to improvin'

She goin' dumb to the tunes

She makin' it shake, she makin' it move

Bro, I cannot come to the function, you ain't bring the broom in

Shit gettin' weird, gotta keep my distance

I was outside, I was down for a minute

Fucked up in the head, but, I know they don't feel it

Prayin' to God, in the middle of sinnin'

If I wanted money, then I had to go get it

Word to my mother, they ain't think that I would do it

I need a milly, I was goin' through it

Fuckin' up my career, tryna spin, this shit stupid

Too known for a part-time job

Put my all in this shit, it's my music

I was just sittin' in the middle of my block

Throwin' words in a mic, I ain't know what I was doin'

Few of my brothers got booked for assumptions they didn't commit

Couple of old heads jack me, 'cause of the shit that I did, I'm legit

Bro caught a charge, he was on 5th

Did a drill in my Mikes, was fuckin' up my fit

Bro, why would you go to that block, if you knew it was lit?

Shit getting weird, gotta keep my distance

I was outside, I was down for a minute

Fucked up in the head but I know they don't feel it

Praying to god in the middle of sinning

If I wanted money then I had to go get it

Word to my mother, they ain't think that I would do it

I need a milli, I was going thru it

Fucking my career, tryna spin this shit stupid

Shit getting weird, gotta keep my distance

I was outside, I was down for a minute

Fucked up in the head but I know they don't feel it

Praying to god in the middle of sinning

If I wanted money then I had to go get it

Word to my mother, they ain't think that I would do it

I need a milli, I was going thru it

Fucking my career, tryna spin this shit stupid

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