[Intro: Jay Park]
Uh, uh, yeah, look (GRAY)
[Verse 1: Jay Park]
This the type of verse feel it in your bones and joints
Get up on the beat speak then we go anoint
That masses take it H1GHR like we smoking joints
So many ‘J’s at one label boy you know we scoring points
Yeah, surrounded by villains demons sinnin’ I feel alone
I ain’t perfect but far from worthless though you feel my soul
Ignorant mindset had me boxed in but see I have grown
Into a king so supreme, I ain’t talking clothes
Wake up and smell the Folgers
It’s colder than shoulders winters In Minnesota
When we trying to be a soldier
Intent on winning wars they taking shots but still they sober
Not me, born nice politeness rooted in my culture
This is Hip-Hop where the impossible can happen
Where rappers bicker over petty shit instead of rapping
Where an Asian kid can put his whole city on, like really on
And still be around monsters, I ain’t talking Digimon
Ooo, I’m a bad man gimme the loot
Only rappers I look up to are probably Hov and Trae Tha Truth
Everybody else is cool and I respect your grind
And even if we different, do me the same and respect mine
Uh, uh, yeah, look (GRAY)
[Verse 1: Jay Park]
This the type of verse feel it in your bones and joints
Get up on the beat speak then we go anoint
That masses take it H1GHR like we smoking joints
So many ‘J’s at one label boy you know we scoring points
Yeah, surrounded by villains demons sinnin’ I feel alone
I ain’t perfect but far from worthless though you feel my soul
Ignorant mindset had me boxed in but see I have grown
Into a king so supreme, I ain’t talking clothes
Wake up and smell the Folgers
It’s colder than shoulders winters In Minnesota
When we trying to be a soldier
Intent on winning wars they taking shots but still they sober
Not me, born nice politeness rooted in my culture
This is Hip-Hop where the impossible can happen
Where rappers bicker over petty shit instead of rapping
Where an Asian kid can put his whole city on, like really on
And still be around monsters, I ain’t talking Digimon
Ooo, I’m a bad man gimme the loot
Only rappers I look up to are probably Hov and Trae Tha Truth
Everybody else is cool and I respect your grind
And even if we different, do me the same and respect mine
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