Rare you find someone real because they all fake

Ain't too much love out here because it's all hate

All this money on the floor, I think I need a rake

Shot him in the face with a .45 he a snake

All this work I'm putting in, think I need some recognition

Trying to run these bands up, you know young CJ on a mission

Trying to get a free feature, boy you must be fucking wishing

Wanna try me for some clout, I think yo' ass gon' come up missing

I just dropped two zips of syrup and a styrofoam

Big .45, put it to your dome

Ain't trying to cop a feature that don't hit my phone

Bitch, I'm fly like a fucking drone

My music ain't trash, you just got your own opinion

I ain't bout to argue, if your profile pic a minion

You owe me something and you broke, you better sell your car

Bitch, it's young CJ, I'm a rockstar

No cap, me and gang put you on the milk carton

Don't be talkin' when I'm rapping bro, my verse just stared

Miles G on the beat, know you hear the bass bumping

Me and gang pocket full of money, getting into something

Hustling hard, think you need to pay me some respect

Fascinated with guns, I just bought a fucking Tec

Pouring up Wockhardt you can keep the high tech

Shorty pulled her pants down, really just want the neck

But I'ma play with he butt on some immature shit

Packs just touched down, know I'm gon' secure it

Dude dropped a diss song, I ain't even heard it

I remember high school dime bags, I'ma serve it

No cap, used to be a badass, little kid

Said it was gas pack, really sold his ass mid

Really owe y'all an apology

Now CJ up up, just like astrology

Smoking on his dope and it smell like an onion

Swing this axe, chop a tree down, Paul Bunyan

Play guitar and I rap, so it's like what the fuck

Haters always in the comments saying that I suck

My music ain't trash, you just got your own opinion

I ain't bout to argue, if your profile pic a minion

You owe me something and you broke, you better sell your car

Bitch, it's young CJ, I'm a rockstar