I'm a sportsman for the thugs (for the thugs), the trenches show me love (show me love)

Long live Jizzle, 'bout that, I wanna see blood (wanna see blood)

We cannot be friends again, it is what it was (what it was)

Connected all around the country with killers and plugs (killers and plugs)

Poor or rich, I can up a 50 ball with these (huh)

Could jump on IG everyday and pop it if I please (pop it if I please)

But I'm humble 'cause there was a point when I ain't have no cheese

And no man above, that's the one who helping me achieve

Thirty thousand in two months, my phone doin' numbers (my phone doin' numbers)

I can dish out the assist and I got a jumper (and I got a jumper)

Shooters on the stage and there's no scope in the parking lot

Bang, I got a roster, but go ahead, get you a startin' spot (startin' spot)

**** never been behind no smokin' gun

But gettin' shot to stew and talk like they gon' hurt someone

I watch the judge give my home in two life sentences

He don't gotta ask me more than once, J1 sendin' it

Ain't stop throwin' shots until I watch them fall (boom)

She throwin' it back, I'm in that pussy standin' tall (tall)

Before J1 took a step, he had to crawl (I had to crawl)

The gift of gab, I could talk a fine bitch out her draw (huh)

Bro get his glock in every club, I don't need security

You look thick on them shorts, babe, can I take a peek? (Can I?)

J1 gon' be the best forever, not just currently

Say that boy a legend in the flesh when you refer to me

Wax and crumble on my paper, that's a filthy blunt (that's a filthy blunt)

I'ma bet all, you will run, shit get put up when we hunting

J1 the chosen one, and my children blessed too

I'm a prophet in the stew, can't deny J1 the truth (J1 the truth)