Lyrics

Everything about the way I'm livin' started to change I remember 8th grade, sellin' those J's, tryna make a play I sold a pair of Travis's, that was the first band I ever made She wasn't talkin' bout music whenever she told me that she liked my taste Cause I'm tryna hit, dip, this bitch, need to get outta my face Cause I'm feelin' lit, bitch, big rich, the rap money got me straight Feel like Alexander, I'm one of the greats, I go by the alias 2KJ I just met this bitch at the party, she know who I am, like, go ahead, tell me my name She wanna stay at my place, I told her that she gonna leave with my kids on her face She started callin' me bae, I'm leanin' back on the couch while she feedin' me grapes I'm tryna roll up an 8th, he only hit it four times and he sayin' he baked Salt Bae brought out the steak, I'm makin' sure the whole gang got food on their plates She suckin' dick on the back of the yacht, like, who the fuck drivin' this boat Don't ask about the profit, just know it's a lot, like, the paper chase is all I know I give her dick and she fiendin' for mo', she like it fast, she like it slow So many bitches, I'm losin' count of the bodies, like, I need a list on my phone She call me dad, I'm in the back of a scat, lettin' this bitch throw it back She lookin' bad, I probably ain't textin' her back, cause I been focused on the cash I love my girl from St. Augustine, said she nervous, but she freaky when we in the back I know that no one's stoppin' me, I'm doin' this shit til I got 50 mil in the stash Police got behind me, I put it in sport, and broke the meter on the dash I'm cuttin' up so good on the interstate, I think I just made the officer crash I had to tell Credible, focus on greatness, cause I know that he really built for the task My mama told me, be careful who you push away because some people never come back Let's stop all the funny shit, stop all the games Let's talk about the money, bitch, not about the fame My youngin' looted the body when it was over, now he rockin' a dead man's chain You only sell by the O, bitch, I sell by the pound, you cannot say that we are the same I'm picky with women, so I feel better when I see the bitch that you been callin' babe Right now, only thing on my mind is the pape I saw he dissin' me up on the net again, I guess lil' homie had felt a lil' brave I ain't a teacher, but if a bitch gon' try to test me, I might give a D for a grade I'm 2KJ, y'all better wake the fuck up, cause I'm bout' to take over the game I think that I got her fallin' in love, she always hitting my phone Shorty a freak, I don't say a thing, and she know exactly how to play a role She be like, I don't want you to get caught, like, baby, they ain't gonna know All year round, I be thinkin' it's winter, ice on my neck while I'm packin' the snow Cause I'm tryna hit, dip, this bitch need to get outta my face Cause I'm feelin' lit, bitch, big, rich, the rap money got me straight Feel like Alexander, I'm one of the greats, I go by the alias 2KJ I just met this bitch at the party, she know who I am, like, go ahead, tell me my name She gonna leave with my kids on her face Sit on the couch while she feedin' me grapes I'm 2KJ
Writer(s): Joshua Arnold Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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