JAG, Problem - Far From Me lyrics

Tell her please, don't bother me
Spot look like a farmisy
Like them thick and chocolaty
She bone a thug with harmony
No amount is too tall for me, run up
I'm droppin you
Let them sticks start choppin
Then hang out like a balkiny
Guns all round my property, track back
It move awkwardly
Your boo keep on hauntin me
Keep that broke bitch far from me
Keep that broke bitch far from me
Keep that broke bitch far from me

I been waitin on the big sail
Put the work up on the big scail
Walkin round with the work on me, nigga
Pot smellin like a fish tail
I got a lot on my mind
I been dealin with a hundred feends
Blew up, now I'm independent
Labels sold a nigga like a hundred dreams
I been up for like ten years
I make them pay for like all the things
I can do a bitch fuckin
Mean, in my hood, nigga
Pull a hundred strings
Bitch, don't bother me
Told that bitch don't bother me
I'm tryna just burn here, bitch
Shout out to Protagy
Last year did it properly, this year
Buy a property this shit like Monopoly
Ain't nobody stoppin me
Yeah, try and beat your ods
We goin meet your squad
Pull out the mac, yeah that
Boy shoot like Jesus, make you meet your god
Oh my god, me and Problem
That's the dopest of the dope
Fresh to death, I'm in the Bentley
That's a ghost inside a ghost
So much shit I gotta say
So much shit that's on my mind
So I just be back and smoke
And put my focus on my grind

Tell her please, don't bother me
Spot look like a farmisy
Like them thick and chocolaty
She bone a thug with harmony
No amount is too tall for me, run up
I'm droppin you
Let them sticks start choppin
Then hang out like a balkiny
Guns all round my property, track back
It move awkwardly
Your boo keep on hauntin me
Keep that broke bitch far from me
Keep that broke bitch far from me
Keep that broke bitch far from me

Salmon colored diamonds, all my niggas shinin
Hustle when he climb it
Bought it with the Simons
Paper plain pilot, that was my assignment
Coope came with everything
Except for a roof and milage
Stylish as a stylace, wildin, vibin, boy
We rich bought my drink from Zaddi
Ghetto money off movin shit
We was more scared of them cops
Than we was scared of Freddy
Be this way for life, Jag and Problem
Martin and Eddie

Tell her please, don't bother me
Spot look like a farmisy
Like them thick and chocolaty
She bone a thug with harmony
No amount is too tall for me, run up
I'm droppin you
Let them sticks start choppin
Then hang out like a balkiny
Guns all round my property, track back
It move awkwardly
Your boo keep on hauntin me
Keep that broke bitch far from me
Keep that broke bitch far from me
Keep that broke bitch far from me