Stop scuffing the fucking J's

J's in the pit

I'ma rage til they busted

Gang make ya graveyard shift through a function

Bass shake ya brain hear the bang and they duckin

Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it

I got a bag independent and they don't know the deal

I got some scabs that I'm picking that I don't wanna heal

I got some scars that I'm keeping just to show that it's real

This narcissism and depression I don't know how to feel

Now I'm not playin to win

I aim to burn it all down

I got a flame in the spliff

And now I'm blazing the town

And I'm not shaken a bit

My fakers hating the sound

Because my drive is burnin' bridges with those ain't in my crowd

I think I noticed they don't like the way I'm moving now

Told me everybody dies, I told em better prove it then

If you ask me for a loan, I guess that you're my student then

And you cannot write survival guides for how I'm schooling them

Motherfuckers losers and they always acting weird

Paid a couple people's rent and then they disappear

Never trust nobody with the money

Who ain't never make no money

Cause not everybody as real as they appear

So pour another beer in my cup

We got the money to spend

Mix everclear and the mosh, I'm about to body a friend

Now take the fears that you got and blow em out of the pan

Because today we lose our lives and then we do it again

I'm rocking

J's in the pit

I'ma rage til they busted

Gang make ya graveyard shift through a function

Bass shake ya brain hear the bang and they duckin

Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it

Ay

Pitbulls in the front you can hear em barking

Green beams on a Glock make his crib a target

What's up in that Louie bag? I got it off the market

Cut the drugs up with a blade get a face carving

Opps Still Broke

Them **** starving

In a field I'm a general

They say "sergeant"

Make his bitch choke

It's alarming

Fucking in this bitch deep

I put my whole arm in

Finna make me break you

I'ma harm him

Leave his body with the insects like larva

I like growing weed

I'm a farmer

Long Throat, she got good brain like Harvard

We stackin paper like its books

I turn his bitch into a crook

How many bricks you gotta cook

I up a glick and now he shook

If that's yo ho boy, then good luck

I put my dick in don't give a fuck

She pull my pants and then she suck

A dirty pistol what I snuck

J's in the pit

I'ma rage til they busted

Gang make ya graveyard shift through a function

Bass shake ya brain hear the bang and they duckin

Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it

J's in the pit

I'ma rage til they busted

Gang make ya graveyard shift through a function

Bass shake ya brain hear the bang and they duckin

Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it