Kinda Mad Kinda Not iamjakehill
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[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
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
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