Legit Lyrics – GeminiJynX
Singer: GeminiJynX
Title: Legit
I been trappin since a jit
Im tryina go legit
Say they want smoke
But they wouldn’t even smoke a skimp
Only one percent of real n#gg#s make it in
The other ninety nine just be faking sh#t
Went to tryouts they had favorites
I aint make the list
So I turned my school to the trap
And started making flips
Taking trips
Bustin’ plates
I had to get my weight up
I been going so hard
I kinda see why they hate us
Its crazy how the paper make a n#gg# change up
Just know that I clapped if I ever lay up
Real recognize real and most thеse mo’f#ckers haters
Can’t tеll you how fake feels
But I know the sh#t is dangerous
n#gg#s writing statements
Tryina make a statement
Them type of n#gg#s have problems with you but never say sh#t
Yeah
You can’t trust nobody
How they say they shooters but they aint got no bodies
Talking crazy went and got ya self bodied
That’s what you call karma choose what you do wisely
Scum head hard head
That barely hear what mama said
Gun talk to me
I could tell ya what the llama said
Excessive with the hand to hand
Agressive with the rage and the gauge
I don’t care if its a crew or a man to man
Work going hand to hand
State to state
Gate to gate
Homie got the dog food
Whole strip ate the plate
Turned over a new leaf
Exotic in a new leaf
I just say my life
f#ck a pen and a loose leaf
Told the homie Gemini
My son is a Gemini
Family first
n#gg#s violate
Then ten will fly
Hit em in the face
It’s hard to identify
f#ckin wit the ghost
Mastermind of the enterprise
Mind ya business while I attend to mine
Sold nicks and dimes
Tuck the fifty’s and blues
Give wifey the tens and fives
Can’t be content with just gettin by
A n#gg# fly
Walk through
b#tches get hypnotized and mesmerized
Pull up on the plug and push plates
That’s exercise
Then sit up on the money
Till high enough to get recognized
My mans charge n#gg#s to cook
And he keep the extras
Over the stove with either hand
He amberdextrious
Zion to the rookies
Mix the runtz with the Wookies
Most likely it’s a show
If these n#gg#s tryina book me
Pounds of the Cookie
I could still whip a cookie
Half a man with a half a man
Is what it took me
Fifty grams in a oj
Just seen my oye’s
From the era before the Uber
How I maneuver
Now I see why these n#gg#s Envy Me
Blame them n#gg#s in the Mpv
You the real mvp
I got thirty Gs in my Louis Fanny pack
My man made thirty gs today
And he gambled that
Kept on aceing out
He just couldn’t beat the Duce
They told you, you gon’ make it out
Come look at us and see the proof
I’m in Dior
I just put my wh#re in some Valentino boots
Thug life to the core
Like sukore When he link wit snoop
I like to pour my lean in the juice
Yeah it give me a boost
sh#t was mean
I was teen
Selling weed on the stoop
Never wanted to be gangsta
But I adapted
I VV everything
Now my chain look holographic
My mans said
The streets need to thank ya for making classics
Can’t do nothing plain
My blanket designer fabric
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