[Verse 1: Mez]
Ain't no new nigga got a flow like mine
The south said I'm immortal the west treat me like they kid
So don't talk to me bout these rappers, give a fuck what they did
Headed home while they heating lobster up I got from Dre crib
So homie please don't get embarrassed
A platinum won't help you, no that won't save your merit
All your homeboys, family, and friends won't know ya
They won't know ya like [?] don't know [?]
Fucking with me cause everybody know I been getting to it
Might be hot to touch with some things but admit to it
God be trying to talk to me sometimes I wish I listen to it
Wish I did drink to have the excuse the liquor do it
Brand new problem, talking to the top tier
You can tell yourself what you're feeling right now is not fair
But I don't fuck with a bar, that ain't how I got here
No nigga breathing that gon' tell me my throne is not near, nigga
[Verse 2: J Doe]
J-Doe, hey listen
I'm bout to kick this shit harder than ever, I'm sorry FIFA
I'm wearing snakeskin and leather, I'm sorry PETA
I moved on from a top model, yeah I'm sorry Eva
And I ain't even off a bottle, I just got a fever
Now how should I approach this
I gotta step on all these cock-a-roaches, yeah
Inglewood boy, I'm West Coast-in'
Which means I know how to move around these vultures
Pull up on the scene in that Ferarri
I'm tryna leave the scene with Tinashe
Ayy shawty come through and say "what up doe?"
I be the fliest guy sitting by the front row
Flexin' on 'em, yeah welcome gun show
Every dude hating, I'm what every woman want though
I guess I can deal with that
I came from the bottom, look at where I'm chilling at
I wrote a song for every singer and I'm killing rap
Boy you gotta be lame if you ain't feeling that
Now let me put that juice on it
I heard I gotta leave 'em with that "oohh" moment
My pen killer, no Quentin Miller
I been trilla than a chinchilla rocked in 100 degrees
Boy it's a hundred of you, it's only one of me
So you know I gotta leave them boys with something to see
Cold life and it ain't fair boy
What you looking at is such a rare story
Cause anything in my way I destroy
Whole lot of bombs left for me to deploy
Oh, you can't sit up at the top cause that's my seat boy
J Doe got to go, Bruce Lee, Boy
Ain't no new nigga got a flow like mine
The south said I'm immortal the west treat me like they kid
So don't talk to me bout these rappers, give a fuck what they did
Headed home while they heating lobster up I got from Dre crib
So homie please don't get embarrassed
A platinum won't help you, no that won't save your merit
All your homeboys, family, and friends won't know ya
They won't know ya like [?] don't know [?]
Fucking with me cause everybody know I been getting to it
Might be hot to touch with some things but admit to it
God be trying to talk to me sometimes I wish I listen to it
Wish I did drink to have the excuse the liquor do it
Brand new problem, talking to the top tier
You can tell yourself what you're feeling right now is not fair
But I don't fuck with a bar, that ain't how I got here
No nigga breathing that gon' tell me my throne is not near, nigga
[Verse 2: J Doe]
J-Doe, hey listen
I'm bout to kick this shit harder than ever, I'm sorry FIFA
I'm wearing snakeskin and leather, I'm sorry PETA
I moved on from a top model, yeah I'm sorry Eva
And I ain't even off a bottle, I just got a fever
Now how should I approach this
I gotta step on all these cock-a-roaches, yeah
Inglewood boy, I'm West Coast-in'
Which means I know how to move around these vultures
Pull up on the scene in that Ferarri
I'm tryna leave the scene with Tinashe
Ayy shawty come through and say "what up doe?"
I be the fliest guy sitting by the front row
Flexin' on 'em, yeah welcome gun show
Every dude hating, I'm what every woman want though
I guess I can deal with that
I came from the bottom, look at where I'm chilling at
I wrote a song for every singer and I'm killing rap
Boy you gotta be lame if you ain't feeling that
Now let me put that juice on it
I heard I gotta leave 'em with that "oohh" moment
My pen killer, no Quentin Miller
I been trilla than a chinchilla rocked in 100 degrees
Boy it's a hundred of you, it's only one of me
So you know I gotta leave them boys with something to see
Cold life and it ain't fair boy
What you looking at is such a rare story
Cause anything in my way I destroy
Whole lot of bombs left for me to deploy
Oh, you can't sit up at the top cause that's my seat boy
J Doe got to go, Bruce Lee, Boy
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