NLE Choppa - Made In Jamaica lyrics

[Intro] Ayy CashMoneyAP Whatever a b**ch ni**a wanna do, we can do We tote drums with 7.62’s Ay, ayy [Verse 1] I ain’t in a rock band, but I love drums Trust fall with the opps, I’m tryin’ to catch one We killed a few now a ni**a want the rest of ’em Teddy bears and t-shirts at the funeral I’m in Jamaica now, looking at the palm trees I’m real far from them ni**as tryin’ to harm me Got that fire up on my side it’s a [?] Had my gun up in the school, don’t you test me Ay, kick down the door, get on the floor, we shake the spot down Move wrong, make a sound, you get gunned down That ni**a snitched up on my brother now he locked down But I’ma count my ni**a in, I nеver count him out And he was b**chin’ on that mission, so I let him out You know a ni**a nеver trippin’, took another route I keep on slidin’ ’cause I know them ni**as whereabouts I saw that ni**a in the crowd, I had to air it out My OG was a godfather, but ain’t sh*t ’bout him holy I’m plottin’ on my own dawg ’cause that b**ch ni**a owe me b**ch I woke up out my sleep with the dream that they saw me How you talkin’ out to me and b**ch you don’t even know me? My choppa came with a beam and a scope attached That’s a fact, rat-tat-tat, bullets through a ni**a back Took a loss up in that field, I need my quarters back Picked up the sack, makin’ plays like a ni**a movin’ south Ayy, and you ain’t shootin’ sh*t for real, boy you really a actor You chasin’ b**ches over money boy you [?] Yeah I be rappin’, but a ni**a ain’t sh*t like these rappers ‘Cause I be shootin’ sh*t for real like I play for the Raptors Ay, they say I’m a pedophile, ’cause my Perc’ 10 My dawg posted with the opps, it left me hurtin’ She on that block sellin’ pussy, yeah she workin’ But I don’t even blame her ’cause she tryin’ to feed the kids Cosmetic with this choppa ’cause I split wigs And it’s a dirty game, matter fact that b**ch rigged They lookin’ at a ni**a different ’cause they know what I did But I ain’t speakin’ on them bodies ’cause I’m keepin’ it hid [Chorus] Donald Trump is not my ruler I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles I’m street smart without a tutor Black man with a dream like Luther [Verse 2] Ayy, and I was twelve with a .30, I ain’t f**k with them I’m ballin’ out every day, I’m above the rail These ni**as faker than plastic, I call ’em lil’ [?] He tried to cross me on a lick so I don’t f**k with him Ay, don’t call me ’cause you not a Crip or my [?] And I’m a real ni**a so you know I’m standin’ ten toes You sayin’ that’s yo’ dawg, but that ni**a never even rode Took him on a mission, then he fell, then that ni**a told We ain’t fakin’ sh*t my ni**a, b**ch you know we kill for real f**k a forty-yard dash, I wanted me a nine-meter Put this metal on a momma, show him how this [?] feels Rolly on my wrist and I can’t even tell the time for real Ay, real shooters, I was posted with them Dracos A real hood ni**a [?] and Faygos Them stupid nat b**ches, you know we don’t date those I’m the neighborhood hero, but I never saved a ho [Chorus] Donald Trump is not my ruler I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles I’m street smart without a tutor Black man with a dream like Luther