Flava In Ya Ear by Jay Brizz Lyrics

My town hot and I ain’t talking bout heat hot. I’m talking about hot like streets on police watch. Paranoid cause the D’s on the mean plot. Seems everywhere I go ima see cops. Don’t think it’s sweet trust me nigga it’s not. Niggas really get locked niggas get got. Niggas fold like some hoes and go and switch blocks. Now a days niggas wonder why they get popped. Now a days bitches flirt just to give props but when I was down hurting bad you went and let the shit rock. But now I got em mad cause the shit I’m tryna cop worth more than a tax return check from they job like shit what’s the odds. Of a nigga getting rich mehn I always ask God and I hope he listening. Cause ain’t no hope in the town that I’m in when you can’t trust niggas or hoes and they friends. They around when you up cause they know what it is. When you don’t got shit they gone be gone in the wind. And they gone pop shit like you was wrong for what they did like hold the fuck on breaking news in this bitch. I refuse to take the blame because you did this shit but I ain't new to this shit. Kinda used to this shit. And I know I act crazy but I’m smooth with the shit. It’s Jay Brizz bitch I get loose with this shit