Georgian Cotton (Tuscan Leather Remix)

[Verse 1: DJJ] Coming off The Obligation JG's Emancipation Made it on the map Because them haters kept on hating No reason to be faking That paper hella chasing Call it like a throwback Bray Cause "Dudes we just gotta make it" "Dudes we just gotta do it" Mobbing to this music Taylor in the back making raps like a sub sandwich Too much to manage Handling everything we can it's like having the job of a president Plus a Barry Sanders I apologize for all the cries And all the drama that arised But nothing good ever came from no respectful demise Look at the outcome Now we getting income Income from the outcome That's almost a contradiction What's my prescription? Because I swear I've went crazy Through this ride, through this struggle I then died, I then fumbled It's the homecoming for me My team is JG Riding round my side of town with Bray and Taylor Dean What's it seem? Well it's C.R.E.A.M Money's priority But when it's gone The moon still shine, the sun still gleam I should have said the sun still shine and the moon still gleams Because the moon just get its shine from the suns good bling Sounds like one of them niggas that won't make it on the team Recognizing the dream Realizing that you can't have random niggas on your team Because that's a bleed Foot on the line we racing You crossed the lines on what we believe in Call it Cruicifixin' What up [Verse 2: DJJ] I'm on this Drake beat, because it's all that I remembered Memories so sharp like you bought a new blender Memories of '97 in late December, 23rd The day my mother gave birth to a future game winner The game being life, and life's something to finish Gotta go, gotta flow, until the lights get dimmer And even then be a contender Just so they'll remember Lived in the bottom too long to not ever be a giver Made it up I'm a winner Guaranteed freedom Until the scholar's can't remember Until the critics can't even remember I'm a winner Made it from I had to eat cheese on bread for dinner Shoutout to mother never doubted any of my stigmas Now she in the A, in a office with a big ass window Meanwhile I'm eating all my comp' Grubbing until I'm finished Stacking bread high is my dream Hope you remember Born sinner, Jesse Smith, month after November Flow Swimmer, swish swashing Too hot, lighting timber Memorial flipper, Mobbing with the niggas Syrup sipper Saucy chipper I'm that nigga getting women Staying high, Big Dipper Tell Mckenna Miller we having rotel for dinner What's up [Verse 3: DJJ] Beat so long, 2 pages full to the end Kinda like when you love something so much, you can't wait for it to begin In the game called life, we live to not end So living until the death is just an understatement Recovering and owning is to me the same difference Especially when the last example you had was him The world so crazy The world so dim You know things messed up when you want to fuck your bestfriend I mean she bad as fuck in my defense I got that Chiefs defense Tell lotion on the walls that I'm still here until the end And tell Xzavion that I'm still his bro, never forget Jada Brown, I'm sorry for my bad texting habits But I still love you and you'll always be my little sis Never forget my nigga that helped me get this new trend JG still strong World's Strongest Men Got a group of niggas with me, but you gotta stay independent Life so short This game so slim You either lose or you win Submit or you pin Give up all your wants, and I'm not talking no Buddhism Not gonna lie I got some wants of some new trends Back at the mall I saw that strapback Pink Dolphin I'ma get it Ask Bray and Taylor, that shit was sexy they saw it But anyway get rid of you other wants, because they'll get rid of your intentions Tell everybody I love them I'm going head first in this business Gone [Outro: Marcus Goble & DJJ] Marcus: Brayden, I'm not a hater Jesse: Bro why don't we have tails? I want a tail. Like look at this. I want a tail Marcus: Niggaaa Jesse: Tail