***** I am 14, I am still relevant
Making new songs, ***** I’m in my element
I’m making some smart moves, ***** I’m intelligent
You tryna- man thats just really sad
I finna cop myself a brand new Louis bag
And Imma spin on your block like ceiling fan
Where are these so called bands that you really had?
3, 2, 1 Let’s go
Yeah, I got your ***** on my phone
Yeah, she just won’t leave me alone
Yeah, I got the glock in my home
Yeah, Your racks, I really just stole?
Yeah, if you talk shit, you finna kiss my pole ****
Bum ass **** sold his soul
Yeah, I guess you really just broke
Yeah, I’m sorry I had to expose
Yeah, I’m counting money like hoes
Uh, yeah, ebony *****, she trying her luck
Damn, I’m just really tryna ****
I heard her ***** **** broke
I heard the **** **** broke
I kill **** **** everyday
***** I never play
Mac 11 spray
Whip out the glock and that **** just prayed
They pleading like “Damn Jay, please don’t spray”
One hitman and he serving his cases
Two bad *****es, man, they gave me their faces
Three **** ****, man bullets in their faces
Killing that ****, man leaving no traces
Young, rich, **** and I’m still going places
Finna put my somg on their “Brand new playlist”
“Top 100 **** going crazy”
Driving a Lambo, I’m doing 180
Smoking so much weed, Faded
Told the hood, “ I finna go make it”
They like “Jay, Damn you really fake hey”
Yeah, I put bullets in **** **** faces
Killing **** **** on a daily basis
you’re a fat ****, just embrace it
Yeah, you a fat *****, man I hate it
They like “Jay rich, we should hate him”
Where your fake *****?
Yeah, I paid them
**** copy me, yeah I made them
I went to go piss where I laid them
Got a letter after J, yeah I K’d them
