James St.Patrick Lyrics

They gave slugga 7 years can't help but blame my cousin

The opps say shit in them songs they know how I'm coming

Stand behind my brother if he wrong won't check him out in public

Lil wick the youngest in my section but the first to up it

Seen a junkie shootin up looked in his eyes and seen the pain in him

He bleeding getting mad because he hitting the wrong vein again

Now he found it and he screaming fuck this ain't no basic blend

He told me if he overdose he sorry he meant to make his amends

He ain't seen his momma in some years now he shedding tears

He think that he taking his last breath now he filled with fear

Narcan

He screaming out he wanna live

Telling God to not take him he'll quit the needle for his kids

Just copped a James st. Patrick that's a ghost let's go and test it

Summer time that' smoking weather

308s put holes in metal

Aye

Hop up in this car you might not make it home ever

Pray my dawgs all leave the city but they just don't know better

He a clapper in them captions he ain't never clap at shit

Compact Glock my choice of weapon cause it's hard to tuck the nick

Can't no Nigga say I ran from him I always upped my blick

Lil DZ kno I bang for em locked n AZ n Rich

Telling?

What I look like telling?

Caught me with a glizzy my first case now imma felon

I swear to god can't do me like I'm ricky I won't let em

Act like doughboy bout my brother not like twe gon catch em

Stretch em

Let him link his dead niggas

If the law knew what I knew then I'll go Fed nigga

All this shit is fabricated just incase the feds listen

Just know they got enough to give you years when the feds get you

They gave slugga 7 years can't help but blame my cousin

The opps say shut in them songs they know how I'm coming

Stand behind my brother if he wrong won't check him out in public

Lil wick the youngest in my section but the first to up it