Innocent By Circumstances - Jackboy

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah I did the crime, but

I’m still innocent though

Helluva made this beat baby

'Cause the position I was put in

Lately I been feelin' like fuck a friend

'Cause they don’t ride for me, how I ride for them?

Only put my faith in these benjamins

Time after time, it got me out predicaments

Yeah I did the crime, but I’m innocent

He thought I wouldn’t up my nine in front of witnesses

Guess he heard my rhymes, thought I wasn’t livin' it

'Til they pulled me off him like stop boy, you killin' jit

Fuck bruh, this ain’t a game, this shit serious

Get mad fast, in a second I be furious

Lack of respect will make me catch a sentence period

No coppin' pleas now, fuck nigga I ain’t hearin' it

Ears to the streets, they ain’t know I was listenin'

Talkin' 'bout if Kodak put him on, why he juggin' then?

Bitch I’m a business man, robbin' what I major in

Could be up a hundred bands, still will lay you down for ten

I don’t do this for myself, I do this for my fam

They want steak, they got tired of eating cold ham

I’ma take your plate, then go bust it down with them

You’d do the same if you’d been where I been

Keep the pressure up, I ain’t givin' in

I’ma rape the game, I don’t need consent

Young hustler, depend on my own hand

I ain’t have a spot, still pushin' weight like I’m in the gym

Bitch I ball above the rim, think I need a bonus

Murdered the track, they think somebody ghostwrote this

Nah, these fuck niggas ain’t even allowed to quote this

Hatin' ass niggas still feel like I ain’t worth shit

When I got that bag, swear all the hate was worth it

Can’t die with it, fuck it bae, let’s go splurge it

Diamonds from Africa, fuck them Gucci purses

Her ex man a clown, tell that nigga join the circus

He don’t like my music, well I hope that nigga heard this

What’s on my left wrist, broke boy you can’t afford this

Cut to your city, kill the scene, I’m a terrorist

Runnin' through hoes, you would think my name Barry

Sanders, girl turn off everything that got a camera

I’m tryna stay ghost like a Phantom

Not tryna get exposed, how I do hoes up the road after shows

Drop your clothes, let me see your ass go beastmode

Can’t sleep here, when you go, lock the door

Keep it on the low, next time you’ll get some more

Next time you’ll get some more

Keep it on the low, next time you’ll get some more

Ayy ayy, wait, I got more to say

I’m not your kid, I ain’t tryna play

Paper chasin', fast money, andalé

Got it off the muscle, I was hustlin' every day

Ayy ayy, wait, I got more to say

I’m not your kid, I ain’t tryna play

Paper chasin', fast money, andalé

Got it off the muscle, I was hustlin' every day