F*ck it, I might just hit a lick if I don't trust it
I bust in, full-on fight, on-sight, no discussion
I been through some shit, I don't want to discuss it
When I turn on the beat, all the lights just get plugged in
Music makes me feel better, I cannot explain it
I feel it in my blood, the adrenaline racing
I know you wouldn't act, even if I was chasing
But I stay killing these tracks, bitch, my middle name is Jason
Uh, it ain't the money I'm chasing
I was just tryna' get out the basement
I'll creep through like a sneaky agent
And then, I'm overtaking
I cannot f*ck with you snakes, so just get out my way
Got a lot on my plate, and way too much to say
They look at me and hate
You way too fake like Trump's toupee
Yeah, told you that I'm balling
I got they're heads all bopping
They really tried to stop it
But me and my brothers, we mobbing
We got the sticks we mopping
Known for hitting my targets
If I like it you know I'm copping
I spend ya rent on shopping
Because I'm getting paid
Wearing chains, no slave
Feeling like Tay-K
Because I'm doing the race
Get the f*ck out my face
Shocked like you got tased
Can't keep up with my pace, uh
We winning, we in first place
Free my niggas locked up
Shotta', shotta'
YBN pasta
Dread head, Rasta
"Bad mon, bad mon"
Yeah that's what they call me
Told her ride me Harley
Balling, Barkley
Red dreads swinging
Jamaican nigga, Marley
Give me head on the bed
Bed head, smart thinking
And I'm always gonna ball, 'til a nigga stop blinking
Or alcoholics stop drinking
Or till the fiends stop shaking
Yeah, told you that I'm balling
I got they're heads all bopping
They really tried to stop it
But me and my brothers, we mobbing
We got the sticks we mopping
Known for hitting my targets
If I like it you know that I'm copping
I spend ya rent on shopping
Because I am getting paid
Wearing chains, no slave
Feeling like Tay-K
Because I'm doing the race
Get the f*ck out my face
Shocked like you got tased
Can't keep up with my pace, uh
We winning, we in first place
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F*ck it, I might just hit a lick if I don't trust it
I bust in, full-on fight, on-sight, no discussion
I been through some shit, I don't want to discuss it
When I turn on the beat, all the lights just get plugged in
Music makes me feel better, I cannot explain it
I feel it in my blood, the adrenaline racing
I know you wouldn't act, even if I was chasing
But I stay killing these tracks, bitch, my middle name is Jason
Uh, it ain't the money I'm chasing
I was just tryna' get out the basement
I'll creep through like a sneaky agent
And then, I'm overtaking
I cannot f*ck with you snakes, so just get out my way
Got a lot on my plate, and way too much to say
They look at me and hate
You way too fake like Trump's toupee
Yeah, told you that I'm balling
I got they're heads all bopping
They really tried to stop it
But me and my brothers, we mobbing
We got the sticks we mopping
Known for hitting my targets
If I like it you know I'm copping
I spend ya rent on shopping
Because I'm getting paid
Wearing chains, no slave
Feeling like Tay-K
Because I'm doing the race
Get the f*ck out my face
Shocked like you got tased
Can't keep up with my pace, uh
We winning, we in first place
Free my niggas locked up
Shotta', shotta'
YBN pasta
Dread head, Rasta
"Bad mon, bad mon"
Yeah that's what they call me
Told her ride me Harley
Balling, Barkley
Red dreads swinging
Jamaican nigga, Marley
Give me head on the bed
Bed head, smart thinking
And I'm always gonna ball, 'til a nigga stop blinking
Or alcoholics stop drinking
Or till the fiends stop shaking
Yeah, told you that I'm balling
I got they're heads all bopping
They really tried to stop it
But me and my brothers, we mobbing
We got the sticks we mopping
Known for hitting my targets
If I like it you know that I'm copping
I spend ya rent on shopping
Because I am getting paid
Wearing chains, no slave
Feeling like Tay-K
Because I'm doing the race
Get the f*ck out my face
Shocked like you got tased
Can't keep up with my pace, uh
We winning, we in first place
I bust in, full-on fight, on-sight, no discussion
I been through some shit, I don't want to discuss it
When I turn on the beat, all the lights just get plugged in
Music makes me feel better, I cannot explain it
I feel it in my blood, the adrenaline racing
I know you wouldn't act, even if I was chasing
But I stay killing these tracks, bitch, my middle name is Jason
Uh, it ain't the money I'm chasing
I was just tryna' get out the basement
I'll creep through like a sneaky agent
And then, I'm overtaking
I cannot f*ck with you snakes, so just get out my way
Got a lot on my plate, and way too much to say
They look at me and hate
You way too fake like Trump's toupee
Yeah, told you that I'm balling
I got they're heads all bopping
They really tried to stop it
But me and my brothers, we mobbing
We got the sticks we mopping
Known for hitting my targets
If I like it you know I'm copping
I spend ya rent on shopping
Because I'm getting paid
Wearing chains, no slave
Feeling like Tay-K
Because I'm doing the race
Get the f*ck out my face
Shocked like you got tased
Can't keep up with my pace, uh
We winning, we in first place
Free my niggas locked up
Shotta', shotta'
YBN pasta
Dread head, Rasta
"Bad mon, bad mon"
Yeah that's what they call me
Told her ride me Harley
Balling, Barkley
Red dreads swinging
Jamaican nigga, Marley
Give me head on the bed
Bed head, smart thinking
And I'm always gonna ball, 'til a nigga stop blinking
Or alcoholics stop drinking
Or till the fiends stop shaking
Yeah, told you that I'm balling
I got they're heads all bopping
They really tried to stop it
But me and my brothers, we mobbing
We got the sticks we mopping
Known for hitting my targets
If I like it you know that I'm copping
I spend ya rent on shopping
Because I am getting paid
Wearing chains, no slave
Feeling like Tay-K
Because I'm doing the race
Get the f*ck out my face
Shocked like you got tased
Can't keep up with my pace, uh
We winning, we in first place
Writer: Andrew Grant
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