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FRIENDS & FAMILY FREESTYLE Video (MV)




Performed By: JT
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Joey Toscano




JT - FRIENDS & FAMILY FREESTYLE Lyrics
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I said I'm tired of making music for my friends and family
I don't even have enough to fill a venue's max capacity
I'm trying to reach the masses, hold me back
They feel bad for me, like I'm not trying to be my best
They think I do it casually
My rear view mirror, turning into flashbacks
F*ck speaking things into existence, I had to rap that
Find another way to get my struggles out the back track
Bring my vocals to the front, they need to match that
Is my identity real or am I faking someone that I'm not
My boy was trying to put me on, like blow up the spot
Like sometimes I'm embarrassed of this, sometimes I'm not
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I got a chip on my shoulder from doing it different
Trying to find out who the best, that ain't the real me
Said that ain't the real me, cause the real me gon run up a bag
Working to build up a label from nothing
Now you all know why I've been independent
People that hate me were trying to be friendly
I told them to get the f*ck out of my mentions
Told her don't pick up the phone, unless they calling about business
Regardless, they probably don't know who I am
I'd rather be at the bottom with no one around me
Than thrown in the mix like an industry plant
Rap game is too watered down, I know y'all sound the same
I'm trying to find room to grow, you ain't a fan
Well that is too bad, just wait till Apollo, I'll rap in the snow
Ain't no room for you extras, keep it tighter than my clique
Know you can't claim these bitches, brother you ain't never been in my flicks
Hate I watch you fake it, like we know you don't got no sticks
Sit back and chill and watch it bitch you wish that you could do this
They like, damn, who the f*ck is that
Is that JT from way way back
The kid in the back who was always writing raps
And whenever the money was calling, he would call them back
Now he on stage with the middle fingers up screaming, f*ck you Pac
I think it's best if we stick to our business
And just say where he said on the track
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
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I said I'm tired of making music for my friends and family
I don't even have enough to fill a venue's max capacity
I'm trying to reach the masses, hold me back
They feel bad for me, like I'm not trying to be my best
They think I do it casually
My rear view mirror, turning into flashbacks
F*ck speaking things into existence, I had to rap that
Find another way to get my struggles out the back track
Bring my vocals to the front, they need to match that
Is my identity real or am I faking someone that I'm not
My boy was trying to put me on, like blow up the spot
Like sometimes I'm embarrassed of this, sometimes I'm not
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I got a chip on my shoulder from doing it different
Trying to find out who the best, that ain't the real me
Said that ain't the real me, cause the real me gon run up a bag
Working to build up a label from nothing
Now you all know why I've been independent
People that hate me were trying to be friendly
I told them to get the f*ck out of my mentions
Told her don't pick up the phone, unless they calling about business
Regardless, they probably don't know who I am
I'd rather be at the bottom with no one around me
Than thrown in the mix like an industry plant
Rap game is too watered down, I know y'all sound the same
I'm trying to find room to grow, you ain't a fan
Well that is too bad, just wait till Apollo, I'll rap in the snow
Ain't no room for you extras, keep it tighter than my clique
Know you can't claim these bitches, brother you ain't never been in my flicks
Hate I watch you fake it, like we know you don't got no sticks
Sit back and chill and watch it bitch you wish that you could do this
They like, damn, who the f*ck is that
Is that JT from way way back
The kid in the back who was always writing raps
And whenever the money was calling, he would call them back
Now he on stage with the middle fingers up screaming, f*ck you Pac
I think it's best if we stick to our business
And just say where he said on the track
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
I touch a bag, you f*cking trash
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Writer: Joey Toscano
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