Jonah 95

Yeah

Still all about the peso

Will body anyone that’s on the Worldstar or Ayebro

Getting love when I come around the way, roll-

Ing down the avenue, it's like the car is a parade float

Stay woke, never on siesta

In the North Face coat, lining polyester

Sitting at the mid-court, right by Corey Webster

What you think I rap for? To drive a Ford Fiesta? Nope

Beast mode since a teen, bro

Since I drunk drove with my people in the Evo

Cured a hangover doing bombs at the Lido

Bumpin’ Hovito songs till the sun was finito

Now, overseas is what I'm striving for

To live the life my mother's always been fighting for

Father never paid a dollar on the child support

Wouldn't take the call if he hollered on the life support

Sometimes blood isn't thick enough

They used to say I wasn't a Blood or Crip enough

Never had the drugs from a plug I was flipping, but

All I know is it's still music funds that I'm living off

I could never care what you chumps say

My girl came off a runway, your girl's face is like Gunplay's

Take 'em to church, that's not only on the Sundays

Fans tithen my jams, every god's gotta fundraise

I don’t rate the Facebook rappers

Lying 'bout catching cases when they stay shook rappers

No business mind and get their pay took rappers

Always bite and try to swipe your playbook rappers

Get this shit out of my iPod

Your clips are comedy skits to all of my squad

Pulling trigger fingers like you're coming out of Chiraq

When all your crew amounts to is about three-hundred try-hards

Talking like you're chopping up bricks

Only bricks that you got are all the shots that you missed

Tagging fakewatchbusta about what’s on your wrist

If this is your story, I hope the plot's got a twist

'Cause the narrative is shaky, bro

And you’re not making bread, I heard your pockets been on paleo

So keep faking for the radio

With accents you've taken from Jamaica to L.A., I know

It's hard for you to tell your history

You'd rather write a script and try hide it in mystery

Get burnt at fifth degree if man ever want it with me

'Cause to an ANZAC rhymer, I'm Gallipoli

I’m putting all of you folk on blast

Your ship sailed, then sunk, I saw the broken mast

I do this for the people stuck in overdraft

The pressure makes you want to jump off of an overpass

We in the red, I'd rather all of my brothers rich

Shoutout to Fortafy, at least he made the Colour Switch

And I stay spitting it wondrous

There’s no hiatus for this position of governance

Shit, it's been a motherfucking journey

From since I started running round with DIRTY

So fly, we been ripping the stars down

I'm Sydney with the bars, now, shut it down early

I wonder who's gonna define us

Divisive minds or guys standing behind us

Clothing labels hated and now they’re trying to sign us

But my future just ain’t with those designers

The quotes known to polarise

I see the hoax they all holding behind their eyes

Yeah, back full of spite, tell these cats on the mic

That I'm still Jonah '95