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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jayy Grams
Jayy Grams
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin McDonald
Justin McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wes King
Wes King
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If life's a bitch, I'ma shoot for it, and I'm scoring her
So what the fuck I'm looking at you for, for euphoria
The top five holder, and I'm aiming at the four of you
They told me, nah, you got it, I said, bro, you got your four in your hand
I feel extorted from mankind, a fortress of land mines
Can blow up any second now
I kept a vow and swept the crowd and child
How I make it here? The squad, fam
Hoping the drake hit oppositions, it's God's plan
I'm Rob Van Dam, with a large span to kick a free
Different ****, but both suckers, Booker or Mr. T
I miss the brief encounters when someone might get a real cricket
Hidden motives like gun licenses, shit a meal ticket
Still licketh on that pussy doe, not a rookie, bro
I get it soft and mushy, the cookie turn into cookie dough
The hook is solely for my people aching, they sore
But mentally you feeling like no one relating no more
I patiently sore through struggles, good rhymes is what I'm forging, ****
That's why I call the project good times, and be with Florida ****
Gotta keep a order, it'll help you in a relay
We all getting fucked, rather you Michael or you CJ, dude
We know the PJ's crude
But homie, so is life, you roll the dice and cease yo' moves
And make your own despite the negatives
A GOAT in the making just peep the evidence
Ain't nothing finna stop, another statement is irrelevant, ****
Yeah, irrelevant, ****
Yeah, look
[Verse 2]
23 Michael, before all of the glory
Any MVP was once the underdog of the story, you hear me?
Determination, earning placements at shows now
Rowed up, I made a move and then I sit the foes down
23 Michael, before all of the glory
Any MVP was once the underdog of the story, you hear me?
[Verse 3]
I'm getting it every which way
How you be talking with nothing to say?
Bodies keep chalking, I'm never the same
And the devil keep walking up on my in plain sight
I write to to get in the mood
I come to the light when ripping a tune
You mumbling might be getting you through
But what if they bright, then what do you do?
I'm really a Scrooge for the new school, going coo-coo
Boo-hoo, when the coupe flew by
Gotta semi-auto and I shoot two guys
Who cried, bet I put 'em in a suit and tie
Nah, I'm playing lemme stop that doe
Shit, I may not shoot, but I got that though
And I laid my truth when i copped that dro
And my cup running over, how you stop that, bro?
Yeah, I'm feeling like Cena, you **** can't see me
Kill the game cleaner like he was Houdini
Moving the P like I'm using a Ouija
Dripping so much you would think that it's Fiji
Flashy if need be, pack of the leafs we
Matching a fraction of grass in a meeting
Actually off of the trap I'm a demon (Ooh)
She like to eat on my meat (Yeah)
And that is misleading to me
Stay wit' the ye like they Yeezy's on feet
They used to say, you should read 'em and weep
But I played all my cards, now I'm leading the league
Written by: Justin McDonald
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