Jo lyrics

[Verse 1]
Losin' all my day ones
They say I forgot where I came from
Break in cars, I got my name from
One day, it'll get better, and I'm still waitin' on that day to come
One day, it's gon' change
I was nobody in jail, b*tch, I'ma buy all y'all a chain
I'm tryna get everybody a car, I don't care 'bout license, still gon' drive
Talkin' 'bout license, we ain't got license, we still get in the car and slide
We ain't have license, we stole a Jeep and went on high-speed
This machine crank every whip, I just need some car keys
30 blues and Roxys, I'm smooth, I need RPs
And right now, I'm sittin' on a bunk, but I won't let it stop me
Right now, I'm sittin' on a bunk
My partner, he got hoop dreams, he swear he can dunk
It's crazy he got out and don't change, he still thinkin' the NBA
Strike God I am, I put a flathead on my face
Look me in my eyes
Can't look you in your eyes, I'm lookin' at your thighs
His b*tch already cheatin', he got another five
Call security and he at a level five
But she say she gon' ride
Never trust a b*tch, rule number one, yeah
Never go for sh*t, Glock with a switch
But if I'm ridin' by myself, then it's a Glock with a stick
But if I get out and walk him down, then he got popped in some Ricks
Rick Owens, the ones with the fur
You gave me love, I gave it back because it wasn't pure
You still be on opp sh*t
Just don't be amazed if I showed up at your door, I'm a locksmith
Ask the streets, I came a long way
[Interlude]
We really made it and we gon' make it even farther and bigger
It's, I'm just the beginning, we'll never stop
This sh*t forever, SRT

[Verse 2]
Really came from nothing
I don't think I told my fans that I blew up on the run
Remember my bet, shawty, pay me with a son
Destined with the streets, you wasn't thuggin' with Milan
Ask would I give a f*ck? Hell naw, that's why I give a ten
GAP took me to jail, that's why I give a spin
Knowin' I'll probably never be faithful, that's why I give her Neimans
f*ckin' on my favorite booster, she be hittin' Neimans
Materialistic
Asked me did I need somethin'? You still ain't send sh*t
I need another Perc', I don't feel it
Remember we lost a car because the owner had a killswitch
But we got back to it
You talkin' 'bout that first lil' money, I done ran through it
Now I got some more money, watch me thumb through it
Opps said they gon' kill me, tell 'em come do it, tell 'em come do it
They know I ain't hidin'
Me and my gang could've played baseball the way we be slidin'
I ain't buyin' the ho a Cartier, that's a waste of time
The f*ck I look like sendin' this ho some pape'? That's a waste of time
Won't send a ho no bread
But if she mine and I took off, that ho can get some bread
Slim thick, pretty brown, and she got some legs
Last night, I had a dream that Caresha was in my bed, aha