Stamps Lyrics

Please say to Jxn

Ay, please say to Jxn

Please say to Jxn if you talkin' to me

Um, Mr. F-A-9-5 on the beat

Own my own company, I started in the streets

And I still got goals that I have not reached

Still ain't got my own ride, but I got two feet

People be tryin' to put a limit on my greatness

Out of prison, but I still ain't free

Guess I'm still on that yo, turn to ball waitin' list

Runnin' out of patience, been run out of money

I swear lately I done ran into a lot of dummies

All I wanna do is make a lot of money

And forget the feelin' of me gettin' hungry

What do the strong do whenever that depression hits

Just remain strong, homes, despite of it

My girl's love is strong, she obsessed with kid

But I don't think she understands my relevance

She just wants me to herself

God show her she ain't the only one who needs my help

In this world, I'm a visionary

That's ironic, cause I was born vision impaired

My homie got wet up, no swimwear

And I ain't even get to make it to the funeral

I was supposed to make a beat for him to hear

And then record him in my studio

Next thing I know, I got the call sayin' he was gone

That was a month ago, and I still feel wrong

What if I could've kept him out that situation

He would've still been alive, we'd be hit makin

Yeah, we'd be hit makin

I can hear him sayin' now, keep it pimpin', baby

Say what's up to them boys Rod and Worm

I'm sendin' smoke up to you with this purp I burn

R.I.P. to the homie Stamps

On My mama nigga, we miss you every day

They always seem to take the real ones

And leave us with this bull

You already know niggas gon' hold it down for you