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Aye
They don't wanna see me win
I know I showoff
I seen the hate when I was hooping
Thinking pro ball
My mind is tricky
It can end me up in four walls
Been stacking all my money
I ain't worried bout your missed call
I'm in my prime mane
In me is a fucking beast
Preaching all these facts up in my music
Feeling like a priest
You better say my name right
Or call me J2G
Or maybe do some research
Cause I know that I'm him
Aye
Steady stacking them blue strips
Can't f*ck with a hoe
Pussy looking like loose lips
Flocking in these hoods
I done gone for a few trips
Even made a couple plays with the homies who turned crip
Aye
We used to hoop and now we stacking paper
They say I changed too look cool
But I think you a hater
Now they get mad when I don't hang with em
But maybe later sticking too myself
Making moves
Really made me greater
Man aye
And that's a fucking fact
I had to get off my ass or even cut some grass
Sophisticated with myself
I'm in a different class
I told her rapping my style
But I can make some jazz
I ain't the type to flex around a bitches stupid ass
If it ain't money or some pussy
Ima have to pass
The money coming every time I gotta flip some gas
Tryna step up on me
Put you on a shiny shard of glass

They don't wanna see me win
I know I showoff
I seen the hate when I was hooping
Thinking pro ball
My mind is tricky
It can end me up in four walls
Been stacking all my money
I ain't worried bout your missed call
I'm in my prime mane
In me is a fucking beast
Preaching all these facts up in my music
Feeling like a priest
You better say my name right
Or call me J2G
Or maybe do some research
Cause I know that I'm him

I'm getting better for the fam
Been leaving all the drama
Remember Danny told me change
And do it for your momma
Cause I'm the future all that matters is them little commas
I'm stacking money for myself and you still in pajamas
I wanna leave the Murda put my fam in the Bahamas
I'll leave you flamed up on the grill like we at Benihana
I'll roll you up in a blunt
Like queso enchilada
I want it my way feeling like I'm Frank Sinatra
Aye
Ain't been the same since I lost my tio
I'm spitting bullshit on this mic
I'm feeling like I'm Rio
Not making NBA really boosted up my ego
I'm coming in for the throne and crush you like mosquito
And even then I'll still be grinding like my money zero
My rapping different
Got these youngins calling me a hero
If you ain't come from the hood
Then you a fucking weirdo
I'll leave you frozen up
Finish you like Sub-Zero

Aye
They don't wanna see me win
I know I showoff
I seen the hate when I was hooping
Thinking pro ball
My mind is tricky
It can end me up in four walls
Been stacking all my money
I ain't worried bout your missed call
I'm in my prime mane
In me is a fucking beast
Preaching all these facts up in my music
Feeling like a priest
You better say my name right
Or call me J2G
Or maybe do some research
Cause I know that I'm him

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