Bar Haven Video (MV)

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, I think I'ma name this motherf*ckin' bar Haven, No Cap
What y'all think
Yeah, yeah

Ayy, mama told me play the cards in the deck
And one day you'll become the king of the heart
My niggas on war machines, they behind the scenes
And these niggas know I'm Tony Stark

Remember them days I was stuck in the dark
Now when I pop out, they gon' parade the car
And if I ain't great, then I'm gon' be down the street
Cause I promise that I won't be far

I been locked in the Stu , someone give me the key
Bitch, I been kickin' shit, someone give me a Gi
Girl, I'm on the market, flea
You smell like you sharted, ooh wee

P-I-M-P is the pimp in the streets
You say you got Anna , get it off your chest
Damn, Lil' J rebranded, guess it's for the best
I NEED 4 MO 0's, I won't settle for less

I'm the shit like your son just sat on the potty
When I get rich, I'ma probably get Roddy
I don't play about this loaf, just let a nigga try me
Yeah, I'm startin' to think gettin' bands is my hobby

She said, beat it up just like Muhammad Ali
I smoke on the flower, but don't eat the cali
I guess I'm on a roll somethin' like dolly
Pockets gettin' real big like the Great Kali

When I spit in the booth, we gon' need a heater
In the bed Michael Jackson, promise I'm a beater
I'm schoolin' niggas like a math teacher
I ain't f*ckin' with band lab features

Get a stew, I got one gon' and send me the verse
If I get on that bitch, then order a hearse
If it's my two cents, you a dime, know your worth
I'm in love with the blues like the dude off the Smurfs

Do this shit every day, every week, every month
Do this shit every year and every century
I'm hopin' I ain't gotta sell the coco
For all these niggas to remember me

When I get a buzz, go to infinity
Girl, you look scrumptious like a dinner piece
Some niggas turn they self to enemies
Some bitches wasted all my energy

Ayy, wait, switch it up
Ayy, ayy
Okay, okay
Lil' J

Y'all thought I wasn't gon' switch the beat on this motha f*cka
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy

Y'all thought I was gon' switch the beat on this motha f*cka, huh
Ayy
I'm that guy 24-7, 365
Do my prayer to God and his son, I'm alive

And I ain't gon' act like she not on my mind
But that's another song in another time
I don't know why I put that shit on with no effort
I don't know why everything hot like a pepper

They say I'm direct and the crowd like a shepherd
How i'm so fly without a single feather
Got the lights and the camera, let's start all the action
I'm pull up to yo' do niggas, know I be dashin

I been gettin' compliments on my face
Girls lined at the door, they harassin
Oh, his money disappeared, that's magic
Oh, he ain't on my level, that's tragic

I be gettin' higher than the damn attic
No, I'm not a dryer, but I want static
J, how you doin'? That's just off of nature
They say I been punchin' on beats like Frazier

I got everybody shocked like a taser

I'm in the booth with a Dutch and some sado
Two more sips, I might finish the bottle

Foot on the gas, I been pushin' the throttle
Don't give a f*ck if you like it or not, though
Say, Breezy, how you do that shit
Say, J, how you spit that heat

Say, Breezy, how you do them drums
Say, J, how you spazz on the beat
Say, Breezy, how you get that hard
Say, J, how you think of them them bars

Ay J, is that shit a blunt
Yeah, but it look like a Cuban cigar
Damn, J, you gon' let the beat breathe
Nah, that bitch gotta suffocate

I can only think of like four off the top
I ever take up on a dinner date
If a nigga want beef, I'll serve it to him
My bars remind him of a dinner plate

At the edge of they seat, what J gon' say next
I see how these niggas anticipate
Shit, I thought I was calm
According to some niggas, yeah, I'm some like a renegade

When I get sad, I just pour fours up
Till it all look like a lemonade
That's funny, I plan to be rich in a minute
Evict some out the circle, just like bad tenants

Damn, J just got a bag didn't it
In the hotel suite with ten bad bitches
Shit, that's how my night went, how about yours
I watch out for my blinds, I like Michael Orr

Not the one from the M, but that junt from New York
J, we been over this shit before
Okay, right, let me get back on subject
I go by him and that's my only noun

You can wear big clothes all through the week, baby
Let me see what's underneath the gown
I hate when a hoe try to play you like a child
Then tell me, lil' shawty, like, why is you here

I'm grown, you grown, shit, I get the bottle
I see that the last one was buying your beer
I'm feeling like nelly, my flow way too heavy
Every time I spit, it get hotter in here

Damn, this shit four minutes long
I guess I'm stopping it here