[VERSE 1 : TheJonesMob]
Alright here we start, if you're here for the bass then you best well depart//
Spitting sexist lyrics do I rap from the heart? cause my boner talks louder while these teenagers fart
Mom says Matt, you're lyrics are sexist I say it's a character, 'tis not my essence//
She says I am arrogant she gives me blessings, A Christian Mother with a son that's depressing
I don't wanna rap about drugs and booze cause my raps are all in the public view//
Church on facebook, what do I do? It's inside of me and I can't even show
Myself, you know? Go to hell If I smoke, oh to hell with it bro it ain't helping you know//
I ain't selling no coke, taking mellow-ass tokes, summertime vibe feeling kinda elegant though
Pull up in yo, neighborhood, Richmond Town this is Asian hood//
Slanging cracked rocks kinda like what Haiti Should, rap battle me? Uh Slim Shady Could
Dreaming of a future, money and weed, women and homies, if God doesn't see//
I can't let him know that I do like to smoke, I can't let him know I'm losing all hope
I can't let him know that I want to succeed, In worldly pleasures like women and weed
Illuminate me for Illuminati isn't them it's yourself saying "Am I so free?"
Or am I a slave, told by the world, that I am just average, don't go for no pearls//
Don't go for no goals, but I don't believe them long as I'm breathing I'm freeing my soul
Going for gold, I never will stop, until I am at the tippity top,//
Dr. Seuss mixed with some hippity hop, Modern day music is shittity pop
Some Rickity-Ross subliminal thoughts, slowly but surely, they're killing hip hop//
While I sit at home, and wish I was famous rather than Jesus, rather than blameless
That is my problem, I confront it often I come front and stay front It's making me nauseous, // the saddest part is that I know what the cause is
This is too personal, you think it's nonsense
I've broke the law many times
But every time I do is from the same thing
[VERSE 2 : JayBranks]
Wassup, I'm trill, this the kinda shit that'll get you a deal,//
Keep it 3 hunna I keep it 3 mil cause I say what they feel and you say what they don't
Pull up in yo/ neighbourhood, playing my shit, won't turn it down, //
Not a bit friends staying lit, discussing how we getting rich - cockyness
Guys liking my lyrisicm and girls saying how hot is and //
My production that ain't nothing but them 808's stay bussin'
I'm enjoying life while it's good to me, tryna make this shit permanent //
I feel the way that I should when we making music that deserves a whip
In a house with my mom, crib to myself, respect to who's with me I'm sharing the wealth //
Talking advance I believe in myself, an inspiring rapper since I was twelve
So what can you tell me, I'm not tryna go to waste - can't sell me //
They tryna piss me off cause I'm underage like the incident with R. Kelly
And I'm tryna get this money, I gotta win an attitude that I'll never lose //
Nobody can take that from me, you can try but you won't succeed
I been slamming shit before Kenneth Faried, I'm sending them flow, I'm sending them beats// They liking my shit cause I'm talking bout me - me, I'm talking bout me
Real shit and they feel it that why it hypes me up, //
Since I grew outta my hyperdunks - making music is a must
Shout out to all those people on twitter and facebook sharing my stuff, //
That's wassup, I feel you guys, If you don't like me then walk on by
OUTRO :
If you don't like me just walk on by
Just walk on by
Just walk on by
Yee, yee
Just, just, just
