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Jaydaking’s Conscious (Explicit)歌词完整版
I'm tryna be undefeated
Gotta get in the circle
We in the matrix
This that spirit
I'm bout to rip this bit
They gone hate me cause
I'm conscious I'm that nonsense
Raising hell
He must be God sent
But where's the fine print
The fine print been lost for days bitch
I lost my ways
Them pages would've saved us
But now we hate us
Fuck it up and he may sin again
Hold on what's the sin
Its he skin
So he may flash out
He want cash now
He the cash cow
They mad now
So they 9 out
And my 9 out
That dream shit
Have you ever seen a martin
Playing Luther with his Jesus pieces
We in pieces
Go get your mama
Say she need this
She on her knees shit
She say Allah my son in pieces
Tryna be Jesus
He doesn't need this
Hold on what's the issue
Its his tissue
He the shit again
Didn't see the black coming
Too late cause you let em
Turns out that he's black sin
But he dont have the time to sin
He always tryna get it in
So turn me cause
They won't blast me
Its everlasting
I got that shit that make
Shss
Wanna
Pass me
Shss
They must have heard me
On the last beat
Cause they dont ask me
They must have found out
That conscious Im on they ass G
Aye
Tic tic tic
Turn me up
They wont hear me cause
Cause they found out that
Im conscious
Im on that nonsense
Raising hell
He must be God sent
But wheres the find print
The find print been lost
For days bitch I lost my ways
Them pages wouldve
Saved us but Now we hate us
Fuck it and he may sin again
Hold on whats the sin
Its his hair and he dont care again
That shit gone help him win again
It keep his head up in the cosmos
Where only God knows
All the answers to this bullshit
You know that he knows
If you listen
He gone point out all
Them fucking zeros
That you listen too
So you dont fall into
Them pothole
Or them knot hoes
That be talking all that bullshit
Cause we hood rich
But it's JaydaKing bitch
You know I want that gold shit
Tell a hater to hold this
His conscious
You know that
We be we be
We be on that fucking nonsense
I'm on they conscious
I'm great as hell
He must be God sent
But where's the fine print
The fine print been lost
For days bitch I lost my ways bitch
Them pages would've saved
But now they hate us
I told ya
I thought
I told ya
