Tragedy

This is a tragedy

Feel like a king, I'm a majesty

All these lil broke **** trackin' me

Swear to God, none of em' jackin' me

Like a shook soda, ain't no **** cappin' me

JP The Third, got the pack on me

You gon' need you, n yo faculty

Smear the queer, no **** tackle me

Goals, to have all of them racks on me

Make a move, ain't no **** trappin' me

Love all my ****, thats watchin' my back for me

I feel like Tom Brady, ain't no **** sackin' me

Rappers is sweet, they give cavities

Told you, that this was a tragedy

This is the way that it had to be

Went gins't the grain

Bitch I said fuck the academy, nobody proud of me

Hear records, ain't no **** wowin' me

Want beef, but you look like a cow to me

Fiendin' fried chicken n collard greens

This a young black ****, kinda thing

All bout the greens, talkin' lima beans

Circle be tight like a onion ring

Me n the game a forever thing

Going all out like a super saiyan

JP The Third, imma do my thing

Young as a bitch, but a legend mane

Whoopin' yo ass like I'm Aljamain

These bitches be all in my pockets mane

Had to cut em', I'm focused on bigger things

For the game, bitch I gave up my kidney beans

JP3, I could rap n switch up n sing

Im alive, n ain't no **** killin' me

Goin' straight to the top, like I'm double Z

JP, Im smokin' on lemon squeeze

In the street but I'm trynna get to the league

Spillin' my guts, ain't no histamine

Failed science but bitch I got history

Imma dog bitch, so don't blow no kiss to me

Laces tied, n ain't no **** trippin' me

So, no way in hell you can get to me

For the guwala, young **** I been a fiend

A junkie, a addict, a tweaker g

Puttin' in work like a bumble bee

Lyrically, **** is under me

Only needed the money to cuddle me

Like a roach all you **** is buggin' me

Even though, all these bitches be hugging me

I know only my momma, be lovin' me

Imma snub, cuz ain't no **** snubbin' me

On the stand, but ain't no **** judgin' me

I'm a beast, n ain't no **** cubbin' me

In the gym, but ain't no **** runnin' me

You a boss, but you look like a son to me

Need a perfect ass verse, you could run to me

I been grinding', so nothing was suddenly

I ain't poppin', but shit gettin' bubbly

Feel that