Jason (feat. Swizz Beatz)

You got me feeling like I ain't winning

I'm starting from the beginning

Like go Forest, go Forest

I make so much fucking money, yeah they go for it

These rims ain't for sale, bitch

This whip ain't for sale, bitch

And this Cuban ain't for sale, bitch

I been on the fucking boat like a sail, bitch

500 feet on the fucking water

Ten fucking karats for my baby daughter

You come through boy, place your order

I got some **** that'll meet you at the fucking border

I got my hoodie and my mask on

I got my gun and my blast on

Don't shoot please, can't breathe

Officer don't shoot, can't breathe

I'm just one of the five, I'm just one with the vibes

Either **** is jealous or they just want you to die

They don't want you to rise, they just want you demise

So I be crossing my T's and I be dotting my I's

You on the opposite side, shotgun will fly

Best part about it, I can stay right up in Yonkers and hide

Keep a gun in the door, that's all in the rides

Until my **** come home, free all of the guys

The shit is all a facade, thought it was all a surprise

I hear all of the stories, seen all of the lies

Long as the work is official, and the corner supplied

At the end of the day ****, we gonna survive

What

Don't shoot please, can't breathe

Officer, don't shoot

I got my hoodies and my mask on

Please, can't breathe

I got my gun and my blast on

Don't shoot, please, can't breathe

Officer don't shoot, don't shoot

Please, can't breathe

I'm just one of the five, I'm just one with the vibes

Can't figure it out or they don't wanna decide

I'm in the gutter reclines, might flood it with dimes

Since you asked, I'mma hit you with the butt of the nine

Bullets soaking in pine, let 'em open your spine

Used your brain a little, my **** open your mind

If you ain't in the circle, for a square I get you lined

I know **** is telling, I don't care about the time

Yeah I got weed on me, I don't care about the fine

From a hood where **** don't give a fuck by design

Yeah, it's real life, it's not a rhyme

And remember, if you don't get caught it's not a crime

Like

I got my hoodie and my mask on

I got my gun and my blast on

Can't breathe

Don't shoot please, can't breathe

I got my hoodie and my mask on

I got my hoodie and my mask on

I got my gun and my blast on