Young Jersey - Fuck It Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah, okay)
Swear that I seen this shit comin'
Down on my luck again I'm betting on this summer
Said you goin' dumb well bitch I'm goin' dumber
Learned the game now I got my mind up on the money
Two twins on me now I'm looking like a stunter
Smoking on some runts man I swear this shit Obama
Every single month got some money comin' fuck it
Every single day I'm trying harder to recover
R.I.P. to Keed man I swear the shit was sudden
Fuck is going on man they taking all the youngins
Life is gettin' hard man I can't even be frontin'
Lot of road ahead so I got to keep it comin'
Chase another check, every single hour count
Had to earn my respect, then I added the amounts
Had to search for the best to look after my accounts
Gonna chop 'em at the neck trying to fuck with what I'm 'bout
Reminiscin' on the old times is a habit
But I still go grab the same food from the cabinet
Granny told me watch out streets are gonna grab ya
I want it so I get it when I know I got to have it
Take a breath cause I know I can't panic
Take a stretch feeling like I just landed
Shots to the head might make me go manic
Shots for the gang might make us go frantic
Living life blessed feeling like I'm Pope Francis
Coughing from the Louis man I know it do damage
Roll another J rocket to another planet
Tell 'em that I'm going on a run they can't stand it
Taking all the money and the women I can manage
Do a Diddy Bop on a hoe then I'm jammin'
They listen to my music saying that they gone slam it
Trust that everything going just how I planned it
(And you know how the rest go, can't count on a soul but your own)
(And you know how the rest go, can't count on a soul but your own)
(They switchin' up on me, didn't do none for me, can't do none for me)
(And you know how the rest go, can't count on a soul)

(Yeah, yeah, okay)
Swear that I seen this shit comin'
Down on my luck again I'm betting on this summer
Said you goin' dumb well bitch I'm goin' dumber
Learned the game now I got my mind up on the money
Two twins on me now I'm looking like a stunter
Smoking on some runts man I swear this shit Obama
Every single month got some money comin' fuck it
Every single day I'm trying harder to recover
R.I.P. to Keed man I swear the shit was sudden
Fuck is going on man they taking all the youngins
Life is gettin' hard man I can't even be frontin'
Lot of road ahead so I got to keep it comin'
Chase another check, every single hour count
Had to earn my respect, then I added the amounts
Had to search for the best to look after my accounts
Gonna chop 'em at the neck trying to fuck with what I'm 'bout
Reminiscin' on the old times is a habit
But I still go grab the same food from the cabinet
Granny told me watch out streets are gonna grab ya
I want it so I get it when I know I got to have it
Take a breath cause I know I can't panic
Take a stretch feeling like I just landed
Shots to the head might make me go manic
Shots for the gang might make us go frantic
Living life blessed feeling like I'm Pope Francis
Coughing from the Louis man I know it do damage
Roll another J rocket to another planet
Tell 'em that I'm going on a run they can't stand it
Taking all the money and the women I can manage
Do a Diddy Bop on a hoe then I'm jammin'
They listen to my music saying that they gone slam it
Trust that everything going just how I planned it
(And you know how the rest go, can't count on a soul but your own)
(And you know how the rest go, can't count on a soul but your own)
(They switchin' up on me, didn't do none for me, can't do none for me)
(And you know how the rest go, can't count on a soul)