[ Featuring Neb Doe ]
King Jase
Do anything for the come up
Pen and pad 'til the sun up
The new cash money so I feel like a stunna
The new Roc Nation so I feel like I'm hove
Tryna whip on the lamb
Not tryna whip on the stove
I said my friend Uncle Sam
And he be cutting the dope
Now look at what I've became
Came to the game, with a pill for pain
Everybody going numb, so people will kill for pain
Like, novocain, notice the change
Money came, you noticed the change
Clothes change, you know it's the planes
That mean I'm on my fly shit
Bulletproof in the booth, Nino on my side
Shit, tell me what's your process
How you get things done
Tell me how you scheme it
Do you really fall asleep?
Cuz I'm awake and freakin'
Late nights be the time to write
Pen to the f*cking pad
Turning all these wrongs to right
And I ain't hit it in a while
Need that loud tonight
And I ain't worried about nobody that be putting me down
I'm the young king up, you could look at this crown
And make your judgement
Talk about when I fall down
Well, that's redundant
Gotta pull up for this show now
For the dough now
All these hoes around
Cuz they love the sound
Is it from the music? Is it from the loud?
My head in the clouds
I counted how many times they gave up on me
So when they ask, I tell 'em I got nothing
Blessings on blessings, oh God keep it coming
Gotta ride cheap and the engine running
And that new V12, fasten up ya seatbelts
Tryna speed past hell, just to make it to heaven
I chew through beats, tryna be well
We don't really need help
Self-made
Get to steppin'
