Rare you find someone real because they all fake
Ain't too much love out here because it's all hate
All this money on the floor, I think I need a rake
Shot him in the face with a .45 he a snake
All this work I'm putting in, think I need some recognition
Trying to run these bands up, you know young CJ on a mission
Trying to get a free feature, boy you must be fucking wishing
Wanna try me for some clout, I think yo' ass gon' come up missing
I just dropped two zips of syrup and a styrofoam
Big .45, put it to your dome
Ain't trying to cop a feature that don't hit my phone
Bitch, I'm fly like a fucking drone
My music ain't trash, you just got your own opinion
I ain't bout to argue, if your profile pic a minion
You owe me something and you broke, you better sell your car
Bitch, it's young CJ, I'm a rockstar
No cap, me and gang put you on the milk carton
Don't be talkin' when I'm rapping bro, my verse just stared
Miles G on the beat, know you hear the bass bumping
Me and gang pocket full of money, getting into something
Hustling hard, think you need to pay me some respect
Fascinated with guns, I just bought a fucking Tec
Pouring up Wockhardt you can keep the high tech
Shorty pulled her pants down, really just want the neck
But I'ma play with he butt on some immature shit
Packs just touched down, know I'm gon' secure it
Dude dropped a diss song, I ain't even heard it
I remember high school dime bags, I'ma serve it
No cap, used to be a badass, little kid
Said it was gas pack, really sold his ass mid
Really owe y'all an apology
Now CJ up up, just like astrology
Smoking on his dope and it smell like an onion
Swing this axe, chop a tree down, Paul Bunyan
Play guitar and I rap, so it's like what the fuck
Haters always in the comments saying that I suck
My music ain't trash, you just got your own opinion
I ain't bout to argue, if your profile pic a minion
You owe me something and you broke, you better sell your car
Bitch, it's young CJ, I'm a rockstar
