Jim Jones - My Era (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Jim Jones - My Era (en) Lyrics
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Right about this time
I'd like to say a prayer
for everyone out there
Bow your heads
Twelve sinners all around the world
Pray for y'all
I can dig it, uh-huh
Pray for me, I pray for you
I even pray for my enemies
too, you heard?
Where I'm from, we don't live long
The good die young
Where you from?
Where I'm from
It still get cold in the summertime
and dark in the daytime
I seen all the toughest niggas fold
and I swear it didn't take time
I watched niggas go and
change, did in no time
They gon' try and throw shade
so we don't shine
We gon' buy forty Rollies
for the old time
They don't wanna see us shine, we
don't pay 'em no mind, yeah
We got fresh watchin'
the Dapper Dan era
I'm from that come up short,
smack you and your man era
Runnin' 'round, a thousand grams
inside a hundred grand Carrera
Rockin' two G's, a couple
grand on the sweater, uh
Add 'em up, these is Gucci
mathematics (Breathe)
To get some fresh airs, I want
pump like an asthmatic,
no cap (Breathe, nigga)
I'm just runnin' down a list of things
I hit the jeweler, I got the watch
and gotta get the ring (Facts)
I'm still flyin' through Harlam, you
think the whip had wings (Woo)
And everybody got the throne until
they hit the 'caine (Boom)
That nigga speakin' malice
But he so valid, he send out hits
like Khaled (We the Best)
Shit, they take his top
off in that Maybach
Forgive me, God, don't let
me say that (Chill)
But Lord knows I been to hell, I'm
on my way back (I'm comin')
I'm ridin' dirty in that foreign
for that payback
I'm from that rope chain,
cocaine, the crack era
TNT came, we tossed out packs era
Took money, ski mask, them
gloves was black leather
Friends dead, RIP on the wall
with black letters, ayy
Lord forgive us, nobody
prepared all us
On the road to riches, a cell
what's waitin' for us
At court, hopin' somebody
came with bail for us
'Fore them warrants popped up, they
try to leave us locked up
Red light green, them
G's was yellin' go
Idolize dope dealers, bought Beamers
off sellin' blow (Yeah)
Runnin' up the bread, my business
was gettin' more (Word)
'Til they see me come through in
black coupes with yellow hoes
I'm a god in my ghetto,
beat odds in my ghetto
Spinned blocks, threw shots, survived
wars in my ghetto (Yeah)
Kept it on me like I glued
my palm to the metal
You can't call God when you fuck
with the wrong devil (Let's go)
They underrated my greatness
Anti-lame, I'm not related
to fake shit
Took a vow never to live
broke, we stay rich
Bed-Stuy fly, where young killers
go apeshit (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm from
And dark in the daytime, ooh
I'm from
Swear it didn't take time, no
Did in no time
Shade so we don't shine
For the old times
We don't pay 'em no mind, no
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