Writing On The Wall - Demrick, Jag

I grew up on success

Born to regret

Don’t want my mama over my casket mourning my death

(mourning my death)

I see so many do with less

I gotta hustle hard

Stay focus get a finesse

(get a finesse)

God blessed me 'cause this world tempt me

(world tempt me)

Niggas envy me so many player friendlys shit want to end me

That’s why I’m riding solo

Ain’t nobody with me

(nobody with me)

And with we got a problem you can come and get me

(come and get me)

It’s hard to see the truth

I was stuck up in it

(stuck up in it)

But only a chosen few get to go the distance

(go the distance)

Speeding through life

I don’t know the limits

(know the limits)

Lost a few of the homies

They no longer with us

(no longer with us)

We pouring liquor out for them, move forward

'Cuz I know that can be me with no warning

(no warning)

I’m thankful I get to see another morning

Kiss my bitch

Remember this «I get everything I want»

I don’t know everything

But I know this

They going to plot you

When you out here tryin' to live

Think about it every blunt that I twist

Pour liquor for the niggas I miss

I don’t know everything

But I know this

Might slip but I’ll never lose grip

If I trip I ain’t never gonna fall

I can read them like the writing on the wall

JAG

(I don’t know everything)

I’m a

Niggas calling me tripping

I got a burner but they ain’t looking

Niggas calling me slipping

But niggas fuck around with me

You know be tripping

Bombs be spitting

The family times

Moms be missing

JAG

Back on mine shit

I know that these niggas a switch

Talking about who he killed

That means that a snitch

They’re out there making reports

I know that shit be extensive

So many deaths

We can’t pour out Henny that shit be expensive

Smartest around

First in my class

But the streets had me researching my past

So I doc it all up

And hit up the block

And started working my bags

I know that karma goin' hit me worse than my dad

I mean that’s just what I get

Yeah I had the whole buy-in

That’s just for my clique

Niggas say they want the real for me

That’s just what I spit

And I ain’t know everything

I just know I’m a G

And if you got a problem

Say less

And know I’mma see

I don’t know everything

But I know this

They going to plot you

When you out here tryin' to live

Think about it every blunt that I twist

Pour liquor for the niggas I miss

I don’t know everything

But I know this

Might slip but I’ll never lose grip

If I trip I ain’t never gonna fall

I can read them like the writing on the wall

(I don’t know everything)