J. Stalin - My n***az lyrics

[Intro: J. Stalin] Yeah, man, it's your boy J. Stalin Man, you feel me I'm just sittin' here lookin' at this photo album, man I got a lot of n***as that ain't here no more Man, you feel me? sh**, man, done brought tears to my eyes, man Man, you know what I'm sayin' Let y'all know how I feel about that [Verse 1: J. Stalin] Seems like high school was just around the corner Now everybody and their mama posted on the corner I used to play Madden 'til the sun came up Look mama, I'm a star now, your son done came up You in good hands surely, you ain't gotta worry Cause I can see through the fog, even when it's blurry Hopin' Jazz and Dame come home in a hurry I rock thirty-thousand n***a, and wasn't urgent My n***as on they way, if I tell that it's urgent Fresher than detergent, dressed to impress Yup, that's them n***as from the West Had to bury a lot of soldiers, but we still blessed Cause them cops kept us stressed They paid in the long run Me, I got on my grind and see I had a son We used to smoke weed and knock money by the tons This was way before we was playin' with guns [Hook X2: J. Stalin] And ain't no n***as like my n***as I miss my n***as I'm lookin' at these pictures It's funny how the 90's came and gone Thinkin' about the days when we used to get our mash on [Verse 2: J. Stalin] Don't ask me, I'll tell you the Hennessy'll take the pain away But sh**, I miss her more and more everyday What's up greedy, me need your j-j I know everybody got somebody to tip away See, I'm a Mar brotha, you could believe that Stalin on the suade to a platinum plaque I do it for the ones with crack addicted mothers And n***as with RIP, take two's of they brothers The ones who let the pressure, man the system take them under Don't trip, I understand why you picked up that bundle And call it a city, but we call it a jungle I just wanna tell you I ain't sh** without my homeboys That's why when I'm on stage, they right there with the toys Lil Ricky, Nar-L, I see y'all We them n***as, mothaf**a's wanna be y'all Guess what, this is Cypress Village vogue call [Hook X2: J. Stalin] And ain't no n***as like my n***as I miss my n***as I'm lookin' at these pictures It's funny how the 90's came and gone Thinkin' about the days when we used to get our mash on [Verse 3: J. Stalin] I'll bust a head for Gun Cause he'll do the same thing Go through the street measures for the Cy Vi gang My family mean more to mean than an ice chain Where I'm from, 5-0 pick em' up like a crane I ride with lil cake, n***a, blood is blood And me and Maybach'll go slug for slug With who-ever, whenever, any given time How you gon' see down the right path when you blind On the cloud, he'll bend the world, I still shine Search it up in your heart and you shall find The strength, that you need to get you past the time I keep it real, smokin' weed, jottin' down the lines When you, livin' that life, got you peakin' out your blinds If I could, I'll take back the hands of time But me, I'm just talkin' 'bout the sh** on my mind Me, I'm just talkin' 'bout the sh** on my mind [Hook X2: J. Stalin] And ain't no n***as like my n***as I miss my n***as I'm lookin' at these pictures It's funny how the 90's came and gone Thinkin' about the days when we used to get our mash on