Whoa, whoa
Yeah
Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby
I get the check, I’m verified, look at my profile, baby
You don’t want none, let’s keep it straight, it’d be a blowout, baby
Where do these niggas be at like I’m searching on Twitter?
Yee, navigating through ya transmitters
Salivating at the way my accolades is tagged “winner”
You a hatin’, aggravating, agitated sad nigga
Fat chick up on her period, yeah, my pad bigger
Mad figures and the cash quicker
And I blow it like brass tenor
I’m a bastard, not because I live without my dad
But I’m blackin’ on every track
Nigga, that’s a stereotype
And you might wanna go and just bury yo’ mic
You could never in ya life
Not conservative but I’m right (Huh)
If you scary niggas copied me
You would be obsolete, that’s terabyte (Terror bite), huh
Even the bloggers can’t see me
That’s pro’bly the reason I ain’t on they sight (Site), but
I know that I’m going big
Going crazy and they mad, down bad
With they ass, damn, baby
Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby
I get the check, I’m verified, look at my profile, baby
You don’t want none, let’s keep it straight, it’d be a blowout, baby
One, two, three, hey
Hey, hey
Got the juice (Juice)
No one fuckin’ wit’ him (No one fuckin’ wit’ him)
It’s the truth (Truth)
You know this hit different (You know this hit different)
I’m nice (Nice)
Jersey on the map, we did it (On the map, we did it)
No lie (Lie)
They all cap but they ain’t fitted
What’s skoodwidit?
Make the paper, never let it make me
I grew up on JAY-Z, Shady, Weezy, baby
I was Insecure, they tried to Issa Rae me
Now the choppa singing just like it’s doe-rae-mi
Sic my dogs on niggas, this not Cooper Amy
Turn ’em to a ghost but they not Patrick Swayze
You could find me raging just like Laady J be
Fuck these niggas up like I embody Tay Keith
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
But you know it’s me if the beat go crazy
And I’m from the East, baby, Jersey raised me
That’s why I’m a beast, and nothing can phase me
(Yeah, ishkood!)
I remember weeks, every day was rainy
Then I prayed for peace, that’s when God had saved me
Now I got the juice and it’s never draining!
Hey, hey
Got the juice (Juice)
No one fuckin’ wit’ him (No one fuckin’ wit’ him)
It’s the truth (Truth)
You know this hit different (You know this hit different)
I’m nice (Nice)
Jersey on the map, we did it (On the map, we did it)
No lie (Lie)
I know y’all been in the mood
To hear something brand new
So that’s what I’m giving out to you
Ain’t want to go to school
Sorry, mama, that’s just not the move
Had to go and make my own rules
I know y’all been in the mood
To hear something brand new
So that’s what I’m giving out to you
Ain’t want to go to school
Sorry, mama, that’s just not the move
Had to go and make my own rules
My new occupation got yo’ body shakin’
I’m too hot, I pop like pots of bacon
Block yo’ concentration
I do not do stops, I got to make it
I knew I could change this pocket’s plot to knots
My observation is I’ve got to take it to the top
And I been moving, I’m a whole movement
And I’m perusing all through the music
Tell me who do this
Baby, I’m too sick, I come through and I-I chew (I a-choo) shit
And I’m not bitin’, but I’ve been fighting like I’m Mike Tyson
Shoutout my mama, abbah (Appa), not a flying bison
And they all starvin’
I know y’all been in the mood
To hear something brand new
So that’s what I’m giving out to you
Ain’t want to go to school
Sorry, mama, that’s just not the move
Had to go and make my own rules
I know y’all been in the mood
To hear something brand new
So that’s what I’m giving out to you
Ain’t want to go to school
Sorry, mama, that’s just not the move
Had to go and make my own rules
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