Gifted - Jay Critch

Chulo

Aye

I’m just waking back up off the lean

From the hood with the trappers and fiends

Sell out the show used to see in my dreams

I got the damage that kick like Tekken

Talk on the net we send you a message

I got the chop I’m not tryna wrestle

But I will pop all niggas no questions (that's a fact)

And my niggas will slide and flip shit

Bad bitch look good with the lipstick

I’m tryna put her on the hitlist

Diamonds on me and they granting her wishes

Now I copped it couldn’t get it for Christmas

And I swear I’ve been working the hardest

And my niggas is blessed they gifted

Brody good with the shot like Harden

I might do the Barclays, the Garden

Remember we used to steal out the Target

Now I got money and niggas hate so I got a long list of targets

I sent a boy up like kites, I know the killers they don’t play nice

I drive a bag and they sliding tonight

Don’t make me have to decide on your life

And they really would do it for free

Crossed the line two shots like free throws

The streets made me go beast mode

Gotta get the shit double for Nico (Nico's world)

And I put up for 3−0

I’m in LA do the dash on Pico

And your whole gang look weak though

Them niggas shooting at innocent people

For the fam I do it all I’m with all of the drama

Spend my last dollar just to make sure they ain’t having no problems

Mask up go run down take all of the charges

Suit up walk in the corner say hi to your honor

Two chops that’s Cosmo and Wanda (Two chops that’s Cosmo and Wanda)

She so bad I had to rewind her

In the foreign all black Wakanda

And the soldiers out there on the frontline

I’m moving low still thugging it one time

Bad bitch let me hit for the one time

Them niggas don’t want no money I want mine

Hood fav I done paved the way

Run it up like Amazing race

New bag got me changing states

Brand new whip gotta change the place

And we still get the packs and move it

They don’t get breached them boys is clueless

I was finessing way before the music

He tried to take what’s mine he stupid

I’m just waking back up off the lean

From the hood with the trappers and fiends

Sell out the show used to see in my dreams

I got the damage that kick like Tekken

Talk on the net we send you a message

I got the chop I’m not tryna wrestle

But I will pop all niggas no questions

And my niggas will slide and flip shit

Bad bitch look good with the lipstick

I’m tryna put her on the hitlist

Diamonds on me and they granting her wishes

Now I copped it couldn’t get it for Christmas

And I swear I’ve been working the hardest

And my niggas is blessed they gifted

Brody good with the shot like Harden