Coin - JonesJrr: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Coin

2

Hip-Hop/Rap

Coin was released on January 24, 2020 by JonesJrr as a part of the album Meta

Song Details

AlbumMeta

Release DateJanuary 24, 2020

LabelJonesJrr

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM88

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Shaun William Jones

Shaun William Jones

Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm just gonna do it in one take -

Yo first off, I disrupt the image

Improper nonsense a boy spit with grimace

And second yeah, I've never had a premise

No point to this shit, dull pencil scribble menace

Yo check it, I see a lot of Instagram pages

People flex a necklace outrageous

And they dream about rapping on stages

Getting payments and turning A-List celebrity

Like "I gotta be ought to be rich and

have fifty bitches and a pretty whip and

A big ol' crib and a pool I could fit in

And a gold toilet I can piss in"

Well, let me switch up the concept

I'm finna ball real high like Lebron's jets

Give it time I just haven't been put on yet

Don't need amigo man I've been rapping on sets

Shoot my shot like a Vietnam vet

Don't want the smoke hate the smell of cigarettes'

I'm obsessed with the day when I gotta talk to press

Been depressed from the thought that it might not manifest

See, I really feel I'm the most underrated

Everybody popping in a week will be dated

Everybody sounds the same, I'm not hating

I'm just pissed off that my shit ain't playing

Like if I popped off I could probably

Get all the bills in the bars no Cosby

Bitch Shaun's in charge and that's because he

Grinds for the plays and the thumbs like Fonzie

Woah, I ain't even in it for the fame

Like no, I ain't even tryna change the game

Like no, I just been in my own lane

Like yo, I really want me life to change and that's so

Hard to do when you're pressed for food

And stressing if you lose especially when your shoes untied

And your moods all fried, and the bills all due

And the food stamps through

And you're looking in the mirror like who? That's you

Your pants all loose, don't fit no use

You know there's people hoping that you hang like noose

But you plant them boots see you later like deuce so

Don't act like I've never had to struggle

Rapping ass white kid straight from the rubble

Been playing my hand let me burn one then turn few

Spit flames, leave you holding ashes like urns do

Body beats matter fact bring a hearse too

Been rapping back when a boy had a curfew

Back of the car seat I wrote a verse too

Shaun, I really don't think they heard you

I've been set at a disadvantage

Yet my vantage point still seeks on past them

So what excuse do I got to not blow up?

Odds are against me but I show up

Fuck next up, I'll probably never make it

My Instagram will one day turn vacant

So fuck JonesJrr he'll never make a buck

I don't man, just wish me luck

Written by: Shaun William Jones

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