Polaroids - Jay Prince

Make you feel something

It’s that thing that make you feel so good we keep it bumpin'

Straight up funky

It’s that Bump it’s that Funk, it’s that thing that make you jump

It’s that Bump it’s that Funk, it’s that thing that make you jump

Where they gone put the city on the map no vacation

Your time coming homie stay patient

They be saying Jay momma call me Jason

Never was I put in a good situation

People like me had to make a way and.

Figure it out on my own, Balling out on this loan

If you know then you know

If you don’t then I hope

One day we gon' make it out this joint

Chilling with the homies that be rolling up a joint

I don’t even smoke homie thats just point…

Less nigga im just tryna make my point

Come from where I’m from you get tested

Damn the funk is up you don’t mess with

Me I swear this shit gon' get messy

I ain’t even violent I ain’t even trying

Niggas get silent

Sirens, all I ever hear coz we tryin

To make a living, Imma tell you how I’m feeling

I’mma tell you where the realist be at

Same old niggas talking wanna be that

One step ahead homie did you see that

Rat race homie, I’m the leader of the pack

Backpack homie, Kool-Aid sippin'

Cool J chilling, East side chilling

Sticking to the roots homie ain’t no weave

All I ever want is space to create and breathe

Might sound cray, homie that’s just me

Can a nigga just dream?

Might sound cray homie that’s just me

Let a nigga dream

BOUNCE!

Man I was only 16, nigga with a dream

Listening to people tell me what I couldn’t be

Man you so wrong coz your boy grown now

I don’t give man, I’m going all out

I’m from the city where the niggas in the hood ride out (DAMN)

People wanna tell me timeout (DAMN)

I ain’t stopping Imma get it right now

Same old shit, see me still rolling with the same old clique

Take no shit

And I can tell you how it feels to be living and can’t pay bills

That’s real life homie, ain’t no thrills

Girl couldn’t ride with me nigga shit got real

Just got a deal… More shows

And I ain’t even messing with these hoes

I just do it for the people and I do it for my bros

I can tell you we don’t love these hoes (WE DON’T LOVE THESE HOES)

He don’t even shine no more

Damn, he don’t even write no more

The homie you supporting ain’t fly no more

Momma feeling good she ain’t crying no more

Young homie started doing this in about 04

Gave a little bit more from the soul

Did it all on my but its cool cause we on now

New shit knew this what you on bout?

Waking up early in the morning I be hearing bout beef in the hood

Some things don’t change in the hood

Bang Bang shoot shoot in the hood

Duck Duck, weave weave that’s all you see in the hood

Damn but I guess we’re living good though

I guess we feeling good bro

I can make you feel good though

Make you feel something

It’s that thing that make you feel good