Stop scuffing the fucking J's
J's in the pit
I'ma rage til they busted
Gang make ya graveyard shift through a function
Bass shake ya brain hear the bang and they duckin
Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it
I got a bag independent and they don't know the deal
I got some scabs that I'm picking that I don't wanna heal
I got some scars that I'm keeping just to show that it's real
This narcissism and depression I don't know how to feel
Now I'm not playin to win
I aim to burn it all down
I got a flame in the spliff
And now I'm blazing the town
And I'm not shaken a bit
My fakers hating the sound
Because my drive is burnin' bridges with those ain't in my crowd
I think I noticed they don't like the way I'm moving now
Told me everybody dies, I told em better prove it then
If you ask me for a loan, I guess that you're my student then
And you cannot write survival guides for how I'm schooling them
Motherfuckers losers and they always acting weird
Paid a couple people's rent and then they disappear
Never trust nobody with the money
Who ain't never make no money
Cause not everybody as real as they appear
So pour another beer in my cup
We got the money to spend
Mix everclear and the mosh, I'm about to body a friend
Now take the fears that you got and blow em out of the pan
Because today we lose our lives and then we do it again
I'm rocking
J's in the pit
I'ma rage til they busted
Gang make ya graveyard shift through a function
Bass shake ya brain hear the bang and they duckin
Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it
Ay
Pitbulls in the front you can hear em barking
Green beams on a Glock make his crib a target
What's up in that Louie bag? I got it off the market
Cut the drugs up with a blade get a face carving
Opps Still Broke
Them niggas starving
In a field I'm a general
They say "sergeant"
Make his bitch choke
It's alarming
Fucking in this bitch deep
I put my whole arm in
Finna make me break you
I'ma harm him
Leave his body with the insects like larva
I like growing weed
I'm a farmer
Long Throat, she got good brain like Harvard
We stackin paper like its books
I turn his bitch into a crook
How many bricks you gotta cook
I up a glick and now he shook
If that's yo ho boy, then good luck
I put my dick in don't give a fuck
She pull my pants and then she suck
A dirty pistol what I snuck
J's in the pit
I'ma rage til they busted
Gang make ya graveyard shift through a function
Bass shake ya brain hear the bang and they duckin
Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it
J's in the pit
I'ma rage til they busted
Gang make ya graveyard shift through a function
Bass shake ya brain hear the bang and they duckin
Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it