JADA

(Wtf goin', Zeke?)

[Chorus]
Ain't nothing like the rest, bae, this the real deal
Why I gotta second-guess your love?
This shit don't feel real at all
I'm a person too, I got a heart, drop tears still
My bitch don't trust me 'round my friends, I gotta be home by six o'clock
I say Jada, oh, Jada, girl, you mine
I get so deep in my feelings, get off these Percs' and speak my mind
I see redrum, that's murder, every time
I wish I can go back then and make shit right and press free right
I know bro gon' ride for me

[Verse]
And maybe one day, you could open yo' eyes and then you'll finally see
Doin' too much, might blow my high, huh
Youn get higher than me
Just stay down and stay around me girl, I might buy Van Cleef
The way you ride, I gotta owe you one, ride dick like banshee
I know a few niggas keepin' a drum on they gun, got a marching band with me
And we can go to the bitch, left, caused a stain, go catch like Serving Season
I been sore, gettin' paid, 'cause I know niggas hate
Oh, you didn't know what was on dat Drac'? Well, let me demonstrate
He claim he gangster now, go in that pent, watch niggas change they face
And I just slapped a switch up on my Glock, this bitch just came today
I just put that car crash in my whip, this bitch a purse, ayy
I got scars on me, I got scars, baby, need a First Aid
If I do get caught, then I won't talk, yeah, the firm way
Heard that boy got paper wood on him, nigga, seriously?

[Interlude]
Like, girl, seriously?
You tried to find love, but he wasn't real, he wasn't trill as me
(Like I don't want nights, you were just hearin' me)
I'll travel across the world, like every day, to feel your energy (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(But I know how it feel to walk in the darkness)
Outta town with bro, he came a long way from them 'partments
(And I'm still in the hood, without startin')
Nigga can't een' come through, girl, that's our shit

[Chorus]
Ain't nothing like the rest, bae, this the real deal
Why I gotta second-guess your love?
This shit don't feel real at all
I'm a person too, I got a heart, drop tears still
My bitch don't trust me 'round my friends, I gotta be home by six o'clock
I say Jada, oh, Jada, girl, you mine
I get so deep in my feelings, get off these Percs' and speak my mind
I see redrum, that's murder, every time
I wish I can go back then and make shit right and press free right
I know bro gon' ride for me