Rj Payne 97 Payne
"This feel like that 97 Pain
I lost my mom and my brother before 97 Came
Back when Jigga had that 97 Range
My niggas was Juice Crew, moving that 97 caine
This is more than just writing and rapping
I was pushing my nickel bags in a white little napkin
I was in and out of NY either fighting or trapping
Always knew I could get that deal, it was likely to happen
But I was stuck struggling
Either rapping or drug smuggling
I'm tryna hold both in my hands, I'm just juggling
44 Colt in my pants, the blood bubbling
Shorty moving coke in the van, I'm just plugging em
Y'all don't hear me at all
Though a nigga speaking sincerely, I've done clearly evolved
Front on the guy, and I'm airing the Hall
Enough bullets in the mother f..cking gun, I can clear out the mall
I'm sayin
Learned to hustle and then cook back up
It wasn't school when we went to pick the book bags up
Hammers was everywhere, my old heads could hook that up
You robbing who? Get shot twice before you look back up
I'm sayin
You now witnessing the God
A Goodfella, was raised by a member of the mob
Hollywood St, South Philly, vivid with the bars
Bronx Tale shit, me and Sonny sitting in the bar
Yeah!
Man, I think he had Alqaeda with him
Did a bunch of dirt, a nigga could've got indicted with him
Went to Jail, & never told, that's the fighter in him
He swallowed his own poison, now that's spider venom
Yeah, we was slick as they come
Just cause I rap, you don't know about the shit that I've done
Faith in 3 things: God, My Bitch, and My Gun
You wanna hear a real nigga, now you listen to one
IT'S PAYNE!"
