Jay Gudda Antoine Walkin'
[Intro]
[Hook 1: Jay Gudda]
Susan said I'm Antoine Walkin' to my grave
I was 6 or 7 when she said it, maybe 8
I'll spend all my money on my brother when I'm paid
And I don't leave the table 'til I'm finished with my plate
So I guess I'm just Antoine Walkin' to my grave
I'll be taking every shot, if you give me space
I've been taking chances, what's the chance I'll beat this case
They said I was fake, I can't wait to see your face...
[Verse 1: Jay Gudda]
When I tell the f..ckin' truth
I want that Jeep on 34's
And I might just raise the roof
Once my exes see me score
And they might just see the proof
Snooping through my dirty drawers
And I might just shoot this deuce
Or pull this trey, or grab some boards
Shimmy Shakin' on your whore
Spread more than just the floor
These bitches don't know Jesus, but they know Christian Dior
And I might just make it rain, and make it rain until I'm poor
And I swear I hate this game, but shit this game is what I'm for
Looking back, but moving forward
My friends aren't really friends
And when I can't pay my rent, my money's spent, they say Amen
See I can tell what's real, and I can see what's just pretend
And I say that I've been straight
But Heaven knows that I've been bent
Catch my drift, and let me vent
I've been playing Checkers when it's Chess, and
I can feel these Games inside my chest, and
I'm married to this game, just do your best, man
And I won't sleep until I rest, Larry stressed that I'm...
[Hook 2: Jay Gudda]
Antoine Walkin' to my grave
I was 6 or 7 when he said it, maybe 8
I'll spend all my money on my brother when I'm paid
And I don't leave the table 'til I'm finished with my plate
So I guess I'm just Antoine Walkin' to my grave
I'll be taking every shot, if you give me space
I've been taking chances, what's the chance I'll beat this case
They said I was fake, I can't wait to see your face...
[Verse 2: Jay Gudda]
When I Reebok Pump your bitch
Man I'm Dee Brown with the shits
Ain't no rebound if I swish
I'm like Kenny off the pick
Clean my plate and then I dish
Shout to D, I see you switched
That jump just gave me lift
And Tiff just gave me lip
So I just gave that bitch the dick
Life ain't roses, I'm a prick
I was chose in '96
4 years old into my 5th
Now I'm shitty, getting pissed
They're like did he read the script
He just keep on shootin' bricks
They don't love me when I miss
Bet they'll love me if I'm rich
I swear my life's a glitch, and puzzle pieces never fit
They say that life's a gift, but I'm still tryna get the gist
And all my Ride-or-Die's look like they done got a hitch
Don't f..ck with my assist
Hit the shot or hit the bench
I may truly never be the best, but
I can see who's staring at my steps, up
Man I want that McLaren like I'm next, up
And I won't sleep until I rest...