"JM" lyrics
That couldn't stop me then, that couldn't stop me now
She sleepin' on the board like pillow
All I ever needed was some ear to my demo
Friends ain't friends, niggas hatin' tryna shed old
If her mama raise a dog, no muzzin', no kin, no can't stop my barkin'
Tellin' we gon' make it regardless, cockroaches, snow-foodin' apartments
Help me be that artist, the strongest only make it the farthest
And the weakest don't succeed, bitch, I bang when I bleed
Tryna get out it, but I'm in a 2D
Been standin' ten toes, but it's only two feet
And mama said, again, soon when you keep it 2G
And hard as determined when you only 2D
You niggas wouldn't hatin' if you only knew me
And podcast thugs, it's the only new street
Respect is only given when you know for true being
Truly, I'm the best to do it
Back down in the Mississippi rivers where my ancestors livin'
Ain't never picked cotton, but my grandma did it
Miss Barbara, I'm sorry, I'm a cold, cold nigga
With a heart of a slave, gotta have a cold vision
No thanks to Thanksgiving, I feel sorry for my engine
Indians and niggas lock us both up in prison
Give us 50 acres or resort to more killin'
The ADD hit as we bought most shoes
I'm a smart black man, I am no fool
I'm from the old school, nigga, where it's old rules
These young niggas follow nothin', there's no rules
Ain't get to talkin' homicides on the Pro Tools
J.E.M., I been breakin' since like O2
I got old school money, I'm a old Jew
I shook a lot of old niggas in my old crew
These bitch niggas switch up, that's what hoes do
All I ever wanted money is some old coupe
I lick her up and down like some old bouch
These niggas watchin' your play, they want more food
I'm BB King to the bullshit, that's more blues
I'm a right pocket blood, but the front blue
Baby kisses too much ass, that's what I won't do
It's here real ass games, that's what I won't prove
Cause if I got this bitch on me, bitch, I'm gon' shoot
Weed and flu out the sky, I pray it's got to the dead
Only thing a bitch know, I want money and bread
Only thing these niggas know, I shoot them dead
And never suck at every play, I'm gon'
I ain't gon' do shit, but I'ma be cautious
Your mouth leakin' like a badass faucet
I spent 200 on the next, so be nauseous
You can see my diamonds from South Central down to Boston
I woke up with a freak, she from Austin
She got asses to titties, that's awesome
She like to suck dick, that's often
And get flyer than a bitch in the coffin
To the leader in the flow, I'm cuffin'
I remember we was po'ed, that's awful
I hang my bars like a nigga went golfin'
Just stand tall like a motherfuckin' possum, jam
She sleepin' on the board like pillow
All I ever needed was some ear to my demo
Friends ain't friends, niggas hatin' tryna shed old
If her mama raise a dog, no muzzin', no kin, no can't stop my barkin'
Tellin' we gon' make it regardless, cockroaches, snow-foodin' apartments
Help me be that artist, the strongest only make it the farthest
And the weakest don't succeed, bitch, I bang when I bleed
Tryna get out it, but I'm in a 2D
Been standin' ten toes, but it's only two feet
And mama said, again, soon when you keep it 2G
And hard as determined when you only 2D
You niggas wouldn't hatin' if you only knew me
And podcast thugs, it's the only new street
Respect is only given when you know for true being
Truly, I'm the best to do it
Back down in the Mississippi rivers where my ancestors livin'
Ain't never picked cotton, but my grandma did it
Miss Barbara, I'm sorry, I'm a cold, cold nigga
With a heart of a slave, gotta have a cold vision
No thanks to Thanksgiving, I feel sorry for my engine
Indians and niggas lock us both up in prison
Give us 50 acres or resort to more killin'
The ADD hit as we bought most shoes
I'm a smart black man, I am no fool
I'm from the old school, nigga, where it's old rules
These young niggas follow nothin', there's no rules
Ain't get to talkin' homicides on the Pro Tools
J.E.M., I been breakin' since like O2
I got old school money, I'm a old Jew
I shook a lot of old niggas in my old crew
These bitch niggas switch up, that's what hoes do
All I ever wanted money is some old coupe
I lick her up and down like some old bouch
These niggas watchin' your play, they want more food
I'm BB King to the bullshit, that's more blues
I'm a right pocket blood, but the front blue
Baby kisses too much ass, that's what I won't do
It's here real ass games, that's what I won't prove
Cause if I got this bitch on me, bitch, I'm gon' shoot
Weed and flu out the sky, I pray it's got to the dead
Only thing a bitch know, I want money and bread
Only thing these niggas know, I shoot them dead
And never suck at every play, I'm gon'
I ain't gon' do shit, but I'ma be cautious
Your mouth leakin' like a badass faucet
I spent 200 on the next, so be nauseous
You can see my diamonds from South Central down to Boston
I woke up with a freak, she from Austin
She got asses to titties, that's awesome
She like to suck dick, that's often
And get flyer than a bitch in the coffin
To the leader in the flow, I'm cuffin'
I remember we was po'ed, that's awful
I hang my bars like a nigga went golfin'
Just stand tall like a motherfuckin' possum, jam
