Top Songs By JonFlëtch
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JonFlëtch
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Independent budget rollin still
Full course eatin when I go for meals
Grab mics unload and peel, hold the steel
Set fire and I don't fold for deals
Nope! Its really scary with that clip like Jordan Peele
Mr. Top 5 on wax I'm mean
Cuz I switch flows like Kevin Durant switch teams
Forget what the next crook say
How they throwing these shots but got Westbrook aim?
Cuz these niggas be on vacation and pressed, should they
Mind they biz with that Space Jam stretch good mayne
Fuck it all what's to come it is ever so wicked
Tryna line up all these future endeavors, so figured
Them local fucks glad as hell that I never come kick it
High off the lucy with these records I'm flippin
MIDI keys in the whip, finna press the ignition
I have it doctored so I'm cut in flesh, no incision
I'm out here fightin for my life (nah nah)
Fuck the chattin, I'm just tryna get right
Cuz I'm out here fightin for my life (nah nah)
Fuck the chattin, I'm just tryna get... bet
Poppin bottles, drivin over potholes
Lightin up the sage in the whip, where the aux tho
Sat back, still got the game in a stronghold
Droppin many muh'fuckas they forensic chalk broke
Many lyrics, I just got a lot wrote
Hits played from the Chi, to the Santiago
Crowds let me rock, hoe, I'm the El Diablo
Scorchin scam artists runnin off on payin costs, whoa
Lately he been peepin on a deeper scale
Climbin thru the ladder since 2014 forreal
Calm, out the way til them busters wanna treat em frail
Teeth and nail, now I'm on they ass like a BBL
Heed the deal, new car smell off the lot
Hit the uncle up for Carne Asada on the block
Used to move around on foot til my stomach up in knots
Doin overtime shifts, gettin 100s on the spot
I'm out here fightin for my life (nah nah)
Fuck the chattin, I'm just tryna get right
Cuz I'm out here fightin for my life (nah nah)
Fuck the chattin, I'm just tryna get... bet
Every lame claim they the realest nigga now what?
Always hear somebody say they killin every hour
Rappers act scary once they dealin with my power
Niggas duck duck and go hidden on they browser
I can smell the bitch in this building it's the loud ones
With they fans backin every sentence see what clout does
Corny ass circles in they feelings when I doubt some
Should no longer listen I'm bout done
Listen I can hardly get my goals
With these problems at the door
In the hot seat feelin like a target in the scope
Goons shootin with them eagles
If they opps is with the smoke
Let the bird go they not playin Mario 64
Silencer up on it
Hushin all the shots that's finna blow
Hear a whisper in the wind
It's not Hardys flippin ropes
Tryna bring back the life
Before the spots was finna close
When I was eatin off the bat
This is Ozzy with the coke
Nigga life is what you make it out
Regardless if they know
This a different energy
Can't let my cardio hit the lows
Something's got to give
There's homi's with the flow
Drownin pools of fools after they get rocked
Let the bodies hit the floor
Writer(s): Jonflëtch
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