Nenpan - Jos Boy Freestyle Lyrics

Politicians acting out they greedy visions
I'm a young black boy so I can speak about it
Where I'm repping from?
Yeah I'm repping Jos
Yeah my pockets fat as f*ck
You can call me Rick Ross

Woah pause

I digress niggas talking less
I'm sorry bout the drama
Yeah I'm sorry bout the stress
Niggas acting crazy but be cool for the press
How the f*ck you judge me by the way that I dress?

Yeah we poppin' off like I'm Blaq got a couple Bonez
Got a couple bodies
Mmm I got more than a couple hoes
Is that Liquor?
I'mma need me a couple of cup of those
Why you flexing on the gram when your wrist it ain't even froze?

Shiiittt

Man got exposed what you tryna do?
I'mma make it to the top man you ain't got a clue
Ask the niggas living at mining junction that's my hood
Think I'm foreign cuz my mom white?
I'm misunderstood

But you kinda right cuz my mom's mom's white too
But my moms' dad's black
It's a lot to take in but basically she grew up in the north
Grew up in a place if there's no NEPA then you grab a torch(Shhh)
Shut the f*ck up if you tryna diss
I don't even know what your problem is
But I kinda relate cuz growing up I was a problem kid

I done f*cked up we back to politics again
If shit ain't change then the suffering will never end
I might have ADHD but niggas still pay me to hear me talk
Where you think I got the Gucci for the boujee bitch?
Yeah I'm really rich
Yeah that's cap I'm a broke nigga
I'mma talk my shit still
Anything I don't say yeah my Smith Will
I ain't violent but my alter-ego will Kill
Bill who? Bill me? never seen the real me
Never catch me lacking you won't even see me tipsy

Should prolly get back to the point
I get paid when you listen
My dream life at the Grammy's watch my 32 glisten
My dad's family just be slacking and I ain't even dissing
So I grew up with my mom father figure be missing

I'm tryna ignite the fire that's been with MI and dem
It's hard to depend on any other nigga
On any other guy I'm only 18 but ain't no genre I ain't tried
I've tried Rap Boom bap RnB Jazz Afrobeat tell me any other nigga has
Basically I'm saying I'm a prodigy of the next generation
It's all fun and games till you text through desperation of attention
But I'm nice so I'll never mention
I'mma leave you on D and R
Shit it ain't really hard you see?

I don't write so I look straight at the mic
And I fight for my life in the lyrics that I sing or I rap
Anything I do mo'f*ckers still clap
Playing hard to get? A mo'f*cker still tapped
Repping N-I-G-E-R-I-A
You won't hear this often niggas coughing when they rap and it's ghostwritten
Omo I like lightskin gyal and some gold kitten
I ain't talking bout that I'm talking bout real cats like-
Bruh dirty minded shit

Don't mind me went off track again but I'm back again
I won't slack again no never never
Niggas throwing basic rhymes up and down thinking that they clever clever
Remember back then in Hillcrest? I was just a child who loved crying
Who knew I'd be rapping and have bitches steady dying over me?

Huh if that ain't a glow-up what is?
Tryna have my name heard like I'm Big Wiz
Tryna get signed like I'm Rema and D'Prince
If you go way back you'll see a Jos boys prints cuz they the foundation
They the OG's
Not in school so then how these niggas know me?
I won't ever fade away RIP Kobe
This ain't the usual I did it cuz I'm bored
And I did it cuz I need to tell the truth
When I'm famous I'll be laughing that my bedroom was my booth
Laughing to the bank a couple bands on every tooth