"Been Behind" lyrics
(Jellyroll Diss)
Whole city don't really fuck with you, tough
I am the villain and hero at once
I am a titan, I don't need a check
From a thug, too blessed, so I'm yelling "Church"
Real king of the city, his leader a buck
Fuck all these hippies, I tell 'em what's up
No monopoly [?]
Stay dwelling, crying on IG and jelly as fuck
Neck too red to be scared of a pistol
And you late on that feature for Wizzle
615, he ain't sharing it neither
No setting on shelves like a bottle that's gone in some minutes
Cash [?] balling, now watch how I spin it
My credit too good, they trying to prevent it
My cash in the wallet, I'm Batman
There ain't no robbing around me, or you gon' go missing
You ain't scary, dawg, no more than [?]
Bet the red on back my neck that you don't know me
Tennessee OG, got that flow creek
My title got no title, and these roots done grew a whole tree
I'm Bubba to y'all, big 615
Can't beat me or cheat me, got Cheatham in lines
One-lane roads [?]
[?] my own headline
Leaving the seed for the next in line
Camouflage jacket majestic with pines
Stay in denial, rejecting the signs
'Cause I am the leader and you've been behind
Tell him 615
'Cause I think his ass forgot (Yeah)
Tell him 615
'Cause I think his ass forgot
Tables are turning, that shit ain't [?]
Your storyline bullshit [?] miss me
Your PR team grifty, got you looking thrifty
You praising the Lord, now you selling whiskey
When you say the word "bubba", you sound like a sissy
[?] Nash, you struggle to grift it
Pistol, ain't got one, I know not to grip it
I'm a grim reaper that kill for the Christians
I got the power to make 'em not listen
And nobody around here gives a fuck
You fake with the prison
Got a fake position, you a fake musician
False prophet, walk around with fake [?]
I'm roaming 'round, you a damn patrician
To be on my level, you need my permission
My wingspan big as the hell that you live in
If you know what's up, the gate locked and can't get in
I'm the angel, just look how I glisten
That [?] division
You ain't scary, dawg, I'm the city's OG
[?] get it popping [?] love me
Yeah, my soul-free? Nobody own me
Jason must be [?] run the Ford out the whole street
Bow tie, neck red, enemies all dead
My lane, no tread, sleep on no bed
Ground level, oh yeah, hell-bound, who said?
If so, oh, well
Tell 'em 615
(I'm Bubba to y'all, big 615
Can't beat me or cheat me, got Cheatham in lines)
'Cause I think his ass forgot
(One-lane roads [?]) Yeah
([?] my own headline)
Tell 'em 615
(I'm Bubba to y'all, big 615
Can't beat me or cheat me, got Cheatham in lines)
'Cause I think his ass forgot
I am the villain and hero at once
I am a titan, I don't need a check
From a thug, too blessed, so I'm yelling "Church"
Real king of the city, his leader a buck
Fuck all these hippies, I tell 'em what's up
No monopoly [?]
Stay dwelling, crying on IG and jelly as fuck
Neck too red to be scared of a pistol
And you late on that feature for Wizzle
615, he ain't sharing it neither
No setting on shelves like a bottle that's gone in some minutes
Cash [?] balling, now watch how I spin it
My credit too good, they trying to prevent it
My cash in the wallet, I'm Batman
There ain't no robbing around me, or you gon' go missing
You ain't scary, dawg, no more than [?]
Bet the red on back my neck that you don't know me
Tennessee OG, got that flow creek
My title got no title, and these roots done grew a whole tree
I'm Bubba to y'all, big 615
Can't beat me or cheat me, got Cheatham in lines
One-lane roads [?]
[?] my own headline
Leaving the seed for the next in line
Camouflage jacket majestic with pines
Stay in denial, rejecting the signs
'Cause I am the leader and you've been behind
Tell him 615
'Cause I think his ass forgot (Yeah)
Tell him 615
'Cause I think his ass forgot
Tables are turning, that shit ain't [?]
Your storyline bullshit [?] miss me
Your PR team grifty, got you looking thrifty
You praising the Lord, now you selling whiskey
When you say the word "bubba", you sound like a sissy
[?] Nash, you struggle to grift it
Pistol, ain't got one, I know not to grip it
I'm a grim reaper that kill for the Christians
I got the power to make 'em not listen
And nobody around here gives a fuck
You fake with the prison
Got a fake position, you a fake musician
False prophet, walk around with fake [?]
I'm roaming 'round, you a damn patrician
To be on my level, you need my permission
My wingspan big as the hell that you live in
If you know what's up, the gate locked and can't get in
I'm the angel, just look how I glisten
That [?] division
You ain't scary, dawg, I'm the city's OG
[?] get it popping [?] love me
Yeah, my soul-free? Nobody own me
Jason must be [?] run the Ford out the whole street
Bow tie, neck red, enemies all dead
My lane, no tread, sleep on no bed
Ground level, oh yeah, hell-bound, who said?
If so, oh, well
Tell 'em 615
(I'm Bubba to y'all, big 615
Can't beat me or cheat me, got Cheatham in lines)
'Cause I think his ass forgot
(One-lane roads [?]) Yeah
([?] my own headline)
Tell 'em 615
(I'm Bubba to y'all, big 615
Can't beat me or cheat me, got Cheatham in lines)
'Cause I think his ass forgot
