Make No Sense

[Intro]
(DTB, that's a slap)

[Chorus: 22nd Jim]
Stepped in the booth, I just poured out the brick
I can get it out a ho and I can get it out a bitch
Real street nigga, send a pack, send a hit
Wipe a nigga nose, you ain't gettin' back shit
Name a hood talkin' shit I ain't spinned
Try to come to 22nd and got hit
Pussy ass ain't been back since
Haha, shit don't make no sense

[Verse 1: 22nd Jim]
Gotta watch these niggas close and analyze they motives
Always niggas who be close that hit a nigga lower
In the reds with thirty thousand and a blower on me
By myself, still thirty deep, but you won't know it's on me
60K up on my wrist and you can tell the difference
Exotic smoke, this ain't dip, you can taste thе difference
Thеy can free the opps today and it wouldn't make a difference
I done scored for my niggas, bitch, I make a difference
I was sellin' back in class, I ain't no angel, nigga
Lost Dame, same week, I had to spank a nigga
Let that Wock' get in my body, I be blankin', nigga
Come off the hip with this 40, tryna bake a nigga
Money turned you niggas soft, it made me dangerous, nigga
Go broke, them hoes gon' laugh and they gon' shake a nigga
Lock me up and throw the key and it won't break a nigga
Ain't a nigga 'round this bitch can say he made a nigga, it's Jim, nigga

[Chorus: 22nd Jim]
Stepped in the booth, I just poured out the brick
I can get it out a ho and I can get it out a bitch
Real street nigga, send a pack, send a hit
Wipe a nigga nose, you ain't gettin' back shit

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Ayy, wipe a nigga nose, take a nigga ho
Lil' cousin, he keep the 40 on him, tell him when to go
Hit the H, buy 'em for the low, send 'em to the O
I be out paranoid as fuck, niggas really broke
Yeah, rubber band man, fuckin' right, hell yeah
What you want? I'll drop it off, I'm the mailman
Ridin' low, shawty top me off, say she got a man
Send a text, say she proud of me, I'm in Prada pants
Bitch, I'm in Raf Simons, no L's, got the 'Cat spinnin'
Set the bag down, said I quit, but I'm back in it
Goyard tote, fuck a ho, put some racks in it
In a penthouse wrappin' work, I'm a rap nigga
Really, I been runnin' for a minute, I done lapped niggas
Hop in yellow V-cut millions with some rap bitches
See, really, it's a real big difference, 'cause it's facts, nigga
You ain't never seen one clean with the stamp in it

[Chorus: 22nd Jim]
Stepped in the booth, I just poured out the brick
I can get it out a ho and I can get it out a bitch
Real street nigga, send a pack, send a hit
Wipe a nigga nose, you ain't gettin' back shit