Trinidad James - Def Jam lyrics

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Trinidad James - Def Jam lyrics

Yo, comin' to you live from the Hen This your South Side boy, You know, Atlanta boy James, and I'm checkin' it with my n***as The best clothes in the game DJ Tough Blood And this is the FYM Exclusive, f**k you mean, n***a? [Hook] I be the n***a that always stay real Being a real n***a got me a deal They say he go crazy, they say it too real But being a real n***a got me a deal I want all these hoes to know That a real n***a just hit the door All the Versace and all my clothes I did not beg for this fame, i was chose I did acting for all of my flows (???) the flesh of the song I was that n***a that boarded the clothes Now I'm that n***a that's rockin' the shows You think you know me, but you do not know I can minus my (???) and turn it to gold I tell all of my n***as I love them or so I can't focus on n***as to show me no love Cause I came in the game and I showed n***as love Cause I came in the game and I swiped n***as up I f**k with security, don't f**k with no chumps I used to smile in their face but I give them no trust Yo, Diggy, you real n***a, tell 'em (Turn this b**ch up!) [Hook] Tell all these chill a** n***as Don't play with me, playa Cause yo n***as owe me some papers That mean that they play for me, playa Might not believe me, but I have no reason To talk or to hate on you, playa I am too busy, smokin' on gas And makin' away from my n***as My n***as got kids, they momma be trippin' Momma be paid, give that b**ch what she want I don't check my account and I know that I save enough Knowledge, my n***a, my God is so serious Been to the Caine, are you hearin' me n***a? Just tryna make it, they playin' you, n***a? Child support late, they ain't payin' you, n***a? Shout on the radio, you stay with yo n***a [Hook]