Kinda Mad Kinda Not ​iamjakehill

[Verse 1]
Still been working at the same job
White Chevy and I'll never get a paint job
Keep the .38 locked in the glove box
Wanna try me we can rock the gloves on
Cause I never wanna fight nobody
Cause I got no money for the med bills
Ilya philly be shootin at 'em with them med skill
After something bigger than a dream took a red pill
Bitches never get back with me
But I send a text still
Lightweight 2 shots to the face dead
Got no commas in my bank but I chase bread
First blood in my lane so I stay fed
You only care about the game what my ex said
Now you wanna hit me up
You see me comin up
Like I ain't see that shit you're pulling
Bitch you know I'll call your bluff
But all I need is my day ones
I've known 'em for 2 months
I swear if I make it I won't forget what i came from
I started from nothing, I'm talking literally nothing
I haven't seen a label yet but I can feel it, its coming
I got a pill in my stomach for when I'm scaling the summit
I'm shaking thinking about it
Never thought of what I'm becoming
I hate my old self
Never thought of anybody but my own self
But who am I kidding, fuck everybody else
Like they in my business like they providing help
Like storyful, fuck you, my shit is my own shit
I see you looking at me tryna get in my profit
Don't need your shitty promo cause I promise I got this
Don't got that much exposure but I'm never gon stop this
So suck on my cock, bitch