How Did I Get This Deep? - Jazz Cartier

Mama said, «Never take advice from a nigga with no money»

This is my world, don’t tell me how to run it

Old niggas, washed up, Joe Budden

Got enough to feed the needy, tell that nigga hold something

New nigga, Coupe sicker

Pull up and the roof’s missing, two bitches

They know a nigga do business, at Ruth Chris'

Got maids that’ll fry chicken and do dishes

Now they know the wave is hot, the face is hot

Watching all the rings I got and chains I cop

Cartier frames on watch, I made alot

From days had to make the wop to make the drop

Niggas know

There comes a time in your life, you gotta sacrifice

I’m paralyzing the parasites when I pay 'em no mind

From paradise, I’m playing this shit to paradigm

Dropped «Paranoia» and started having the fear of god

I’m running round round round

I’m running round round round

Yeah

I learned a lot about your early 20s

You’re never full until the glass is empty

We used to round up change just to eat at Wendy’s

But shit I’m tryna count change in the back of Bentleys

All hunnids, no twenties

Fuck rapping, gotta make it as a man

Came out of my depression and I blamed it on the fans

The anxiety was killing me

Burn a couple bridges, started drinking past my limit

Then shit got real for me

Paranoia was misstep

I still play it back and I skip tracks

If it’s an 'L' then I’ll hold that

But not forever, its the get back

Started peeling back layers to my soul

Fuck the fame, I don’t even wanna make it as a whole

Suits gettin' in the way, Cuzzi had to take control

And from here on out, it’s a go.

JLF

I’m running round round round

Stepped in the club it was crazy

I wonder why these niggas hate me

Probably my all-black Mercedes

.45, never on safety

Not even Jesus can save me

Not even Jesus can save me

How did I get this deep?

10 toes in my sneaks

2 feet in the streets

1 hand on my gun

How did I get this deep?

(it's ok, I promise)

Before all of the tours

In Toronto, was pure

Honest Ed’s on Bloor

It was our lovesick

And we didn’t want no cure (can you feel it?)

Well me at least

How did I get this deep?

(I'm running round n round)

Do you still love it

Yeah

All I wanted was peace

They just wanted a piece

Now I got blood on the leaves

From the killing machines

(someone's gotta go through it)

How did I get this deep?

How did we get so deep?

(Not even Jesus can save me)