JT Stone - Damn, Nigga! Lyrics

In my head
Got them cameras all up in my face
On the real
Walking round like I'm a disgrace
Logic turning into daydreams, outer space
That's where you find my brain at
It don't leave no trace
I started thinking
I don't know a f*cking thing 'bout music
I started making all my shit with heart and disillusion
Every time I add a synth, trying not to lose it
Every time I throw that bass I wonder what I'm proving
Head nappy
But I'm happy
Doin' lines, ain't lying
Man, we do it all the time
Me and Gyp
Finna tear the pussy up
Like a mad dog
Couldn't touch us
Even if we hit it half hard
Killer young nigga with a hitlist
Finger on a trigger pointed at your face mischief
No you won't forget this
Sweeter than than your mamma's fresh Lipton
Twins up in the ballroom
A nigga straight Tipton
Ooh
You on that Disney channel hood, though
Talking 'bout the past make a nigga drop a good flow
Cash flow
Deeper than the ocean
When's the last time I ever been so open
Sitting at the top like a nigga so chosen
Yeah
Bitch, we chill so frozen
Just to let you hear the words I've spoken
Hey Gyp
These bitches think we joking
I'll smoke em
Whoa
No
Quiet for a minute
Everybody listen carefully
Taking on the game
So don't pretend you ain't aware of me
Home is in my workshop
Whip is in the parking lot
Better represent, CEO is on my parking spot
When it's dark or not
When I spark the block
You ever heard of Irate, li'l thot
I'm the leader
Ain't nobody meaner
And I ain't gotta be Cleveland to give them bitches the steamer
Nigga we the virus in your brain stem
You can't erase them
You got my album
But wait
I thought you hate him
But in the end I know you calling me fam
Hit the deuces up at my show
But know I don't give a damn
I'm here to
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work
Now watch me
Work
Work, work
I got some bands in my hands
'Cause you know I been at work man
I got a working man's grind all the time
But that grind means I'm inclined to shine
Every time I hit a stage, Tommy blow out
Always asking for me to reveal my know how
But you either know how or you don't, man
Niggas never asking recipes from the dope man
Know I'm saying
'Cause I done said like a mug all year
And despite the lack of reception, Dirty Boy's all cheer
Kill it
Yeah
Aye, aye, aye
Now watch me
Aye
I got some bands in my hands 'cause you
Kill it
Damn, nigga