Finally Video (MV)

I'm finally f*cking tired
Make rappers wanna retire
Send them up into the sky with
The birds, the planes, and the pilot

I wanna do it, I'll try it
My altitude be the highest
Getting hotter, more poppin'
Till I'm dropping and change the climate
I'm enough, bitch!

I promise I'm not a puppet
You talking shit, better stuff it
I wanna pull up and f*cking
Beat you up against my judgment
I'm throwing perfection punches
Simply kicking your ass
Letting loose till the cops coming
Whoo!

So why the f*ck you fronting?
You know I'm about my money
You know I'm the f*cking one

That's about my own f*cking business
Hop is my model for winning
Imma go until the finish
Finessing bitches with writtens

F*cking right, man
I'm a new breed of rapper
A new generation and
I ain't ever need a hype man

I'm the type with
Lots of issues up inside, man
Maybe I'm defiant, but I like it, aight man?

I know my own future but I never been a psychic
My nose is f*cking running, I get a tissue to wipe it
F*ck a damn sidekick, Imma do it cause I can
I might just talk shit while people dissing the white man

Apparently, it's a necessity
Needing somebody so f*cking desperately
Need you to rescue me, cause all the hours I put in
They really killed the 18-year-old in me

And now
Now I function like a rockstar
Not really that hard, not no 'en guards'
Still start my day by opening up my sock drawer
Kicking with the same people
Yeah man, I got boys

Not drunken like bars are
Always driven like the moving cars are
Getting so lit but I ain't been in the back of cop cars
But I got bars and I'm spitting fire like Charizard

I'm on the keys like my name Alicia, bitch
Told you bye like your name Felicia, bitch
Hi, I'm J, it's nice to meet ya
But the pleasures all your's, don't lie to me, ya bitch

So as I'm getting older, the Mona Lisa is
Getting more valuable like the beats I'm eating
When I make em in my studio, the heat's ridiculous
I'm wishing I had the money but the fees keep creeping in

So I release the beast within
I mean, at least you're reading this
Now I'm heating up like, 'Jesus, kid!'
He must be doing something right, cause he keeps proceeding hits

Well that's fine with me, I guess
Got some fine uncles and some fine aunts
Who are priceless but they might just
Gimme some money for the holidays to help out with the finance

I wish that was the case
I wish none of my car payments were late
I wish that shit would hop up off me, but there ain't no stopping it
It only sticks cause it's a family trait

I can't say that I'm cursed, I can't say that I'm not
But now I'm hoping you can notice from the shit that I jot, the hits that I drop
Predicted or not, you pretending a lot
And history can really thicken the plot
But

But it isn't enough
See, I wanna own the world, in a globe that I bought
Not in some store, not some joking gift shop
I'm talking made from the Heavens, little something with God
A little something you're not

But it's all that I got
Tryna change up the story, tryna mix up the plot
It ain't broke? Don't fix it
Did you miss me? I'm gone

Onto a different city
I'm hoping eventually
It'll happen and man, then I can be
Whoever you can't be

Fans screaming like they a banshee
And stomping through like a stampede
I'm about to step on stage
I'll admit that I'm feeling antsy

But it goes away, they didn't lie to me
And now I'm on stage for their eyes to see
They making noise for J and it's surprising me
There's no rivalries
I'm here, finally