(feat. jae millz)
i am the real, i am the authentic,
the fact and the truth, it’s jae millz,
brown skin but i’m black in the booth.
and for the green or that white, you’ll see red.
mushroom bullets h*t your body then they spread.
then your *ss dead. no need for a hospital room or a bed.
just tell his momma to get him some nice threads.
so at least he will be a b*tch *ss nigaa dyin in style.
he didn’t want to look up to me now he gotta look down.
somebody better tell him on these beats i’m a beast.
half man half animal like king on tekken. now i’m a wreck him.
h*ll ya young money is what i’m reppin’.
respect em or i’ll put you on that highway to heaven.
matter of fact p*ssy you’ll get your own lane.
with no speed limits so you’ll get there in a minute.
it’s dedication 3. it’s no replacing we.
that is like askin a group of muslims where that bacon be.
straight gran n patrone flow there is no chasin me.
and that amnesia is what my medication be.
that’s that amsterdam grade a i’m smokin in neverland.
so high i’ll probably never land.
m*th*fuggin psychopath, young money cave men, m*th*fugg a geico add.
fo’ fo’ bulldog, f*ck around and bite yo *ss, sh*ttin on you b*tches now lemme flush the toilet and wipe my *ss.
b*tch i’m all into like my cash, no i’m not i love my dough. got them hoes fallin like a hundred million dominoes.
but i don’t eat pizza, i eat p*ssy when he wouldn’t…
holla at ya guala, yeah b*tch itz me, kickin m*th*fuggas out the kitchen heat.
i’ll put you where the fishes sleep and when they wake, you’ll be the fishies feast…
imma shark you see my fin hoe, bullet leave a hole in ya face not a dimple.
straight from the n.o. it’s no problemo to put a n*gg*z brians on the m*th*fuggin window..
uggggh, d*mn right i’m nasty, how i come thru in that white eyed aston.
the leather guts and might i add in it’s black on chrome like darren mcfadden. yeah.
and don’t be comparin my swag wit these wack-*ss n*gg*s thats o-so-swagless. yeah.
and call me mr. swag-more, gotcha girlfriend open like some fuggin pores, or open like some fuggin doors.
n*gg* its fugg you and i’m fuggin yours.
from the bedroom to the floors…wh*r*s