The Real JD

By Papi JD

On I’m Back

Released on April 1, 2022

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Damn baby what you on

I see you down now you calling gone

When I was broke they ain’t call my phone

Since I’m up they won’t leave me lone

Damn Kodak might be a clone

High as fuck I’m in a different zone

Nigga Roll me up a al Capone

Praying every night that I make it home

Family I feel bad though

I felt like I should’ve passed out mo dough

Should’ve gave moms a roof bro

Should’ve moved granny back into a home

Shit be getting to me

Like when I roll a wood and it’s all cookie

Like I wasn’t outta school with the roll with me

Took a 10 hour drive she hit thе road with me

What you know bout this

Random text from numbers likе boy I miss

I was 18 years old with 5% the tint

Bro I got a strap scrapping nigga it ain’t it

A nigga fied on me best believe he gone get hit

It’s a lot of shit I’m not

But lotta shit I’m with

I remember going to school with the k to Swiss

Now bitches begging me nigga to drink my piss

A lotta hoes that I fucked I just call em sis

A lotta people that I loss that I really miss

I was 19 years old with a couple scripts

If I get pulled over hoe you don’t say shit

Whoo

Fell off my feet

Jewelry wet

Flowing like a creek

Champions

Not designer

And not like meek

Niggas Pussy

Swear to god

Bro bro supa week

I don’t aim

The beam red

Eating through yo meat

What I make in a day

Nigga you make in weeks

They like JD where you from

15th that’s the street

All around tint boy

I like to move discreet

My shooter nba

I swear to god that boy elite

Bro you think shìt sweet

Well nigga trick or treat

The way I live my life

I swear this shìt is bitter sweet

When I lost my dad nigga

I felt incomplete

Keep the change that’s yo’ tip

Oh and no receipt

Black bitch fat ass

Beauty and petite

You hoes ain’t got shìt on my bitch

Na you can’t compete

Took my baby out to dinner

Whatever you wanna eat

I eat chicken homie

Really you can hold the beef

My niggas riding

Tie you down

Then pull out yo teeth

My Nigga trippin

He got a thing for

Cutting off the feet

Promethazine in my system

So I’m feeling weak

High as hell steady driving

Like JD do not blink

Icy than a mf’

My jewelry freezing me

High in the stu’

Record I gotta take a seat

If I fuck up bro then just restart the best

These Nigga envy JD on the way I speak

I Motivate the trap niggas

And the hoes that’s cheap

How you down to ride for me

But you leaving me

I lost many people nigga i’m still grieving see

She sucked the soul out my shit

I couldn’t even see

We beat his ass that’s enough

Bro just let him be

I’m still growing up

What do I wanna be

I want shawty by my side

It’s just you and me

The real

Ain’t always what is seems

It come in lots of different forms

And Many different schemes

All you gotta do is work hard

And Pursue yo dreams

I can tell you just with that nigga

Comes with lots of things

Lotta real lotta fake

Lotta broken dreams

It’s the real

That’s the real

Tell me what you think

So many choices on yo’ mind

With no time to think

So I can’t even ask you that

So how you asking me

See I can’t even show you that

That’s why you don’t show me