Money Jake - 1500 facts
Damn D-Boy, you sauced up
I'm a one man army. I be feeling like Terminator Rambo
I be prepared for whatever
Lord as I walk through the shadow of death when I die, hoping none of my enemies left
I'm from the hood and I'm living good, I'm a vet
Please don't compare me to the next, I'm the L's that I'm taking
I'm buying some lavines or go hit the lot, I'mma buy me a Lex
They keep asking the price on the jewelry, I'mma ask for no price
All I know is I'm breaking these necks
I'm a young 1of1, they call me Tracy, son yeah I gotta get it done
I ain't be feeling nobody, I want nobody around cause I ain't be feeling none
I got two sons, yeah I'm gonna kill something about them
I treat them like one of ones
I don't be tripping bout bitches, I ain't cuffing no hoes
I treat them like one an done
I'm from the drive and I'm coming out 1500
I'm popping, I'm holding it down
I had a slow start, took off go-kart
Now I'm your hottest young rapper in town
The shit that I sell, 2500 ain't getting you nothing
Go cop your pound
Bitches be eating me up and they calling me thots
They the ones who be passing me around
Look, fuck all these rappers, they sneak dissing
I'm the one that be fucking they weak bitches
In the bando where they got neat kitchens
On my road to success, trying to meet riches
Hating on me when we meet in prison
All of my views but don't like pictures
Niggas act like girls, they some dyke bitches
And it ain't no secret, I don't like niggas
I'm a young nigga, come straight from the top
Get a little money and loving my block
Had to take off of rap, let me tell you a fact
My lyrics is all that I got
My granny died and straight to indictment
The trenches just scarred me a lot
And I got a baddie who got a little fatty
I hit her in my lap like she make us a lot
Look, I'm turning up , ain't no turning me down
How the fuck you gonna turn me around
I cut a nigga straight off wassnt cut from that cloth
And I know you gonna tell on me now
And I got two baddies
We all up in Miami
We all up in Live
They're tonguing me down
And I done spent 40,000 on my teeth
I'm always smiling
Why the fuck I'm a frown
See, I'm the hottest youngin' you might ever meet
With Amari jeans and some Prada feet
And if it's Prada feet, I'm rocking Prada tees
It's called Super hate if you ain't proud of me
The boy money, Jake, you will never be
And these niggas rats
They phone be tapped, they talking like it's a spelling bee
I done leveled up to be a better me
When you talk to a man, look him straight in his eye
If you blink, then you go ahead and shoot him
If a man gon' die for his pride, won't put it to the side
Then you don't even use him
The police, they follow my ride
Put on your seatbelt, you know I'm gon' lose him
And when you want mad time, you ain't going for none
Any shooting, they probably accusing you
I keep it 1,500 like the block I'm from
Bomb on the smack make the block
Go dumb
Niggas ain't trapped
Never had no runs
Never out of town
Never had no fun
I don't know what they doing with their money
I be thinking they selling it
And every nigga said they once spoke with Jake
Swear to God he inhaling it
I put my hand on the Bible and lie on that bitch before I rat I'll die in that bitch
I can go anywhere I just gotta smell the air I swear to god I can survive in that bitch
She asked do I got a girl, I know I got a girl
But for the pussy, I lied to the bitch
They just try to ask me for money right after I nutted
I told her hold on got out of that bitch
I ain't Rico
I really get money
I gotta be Mitch
And I make them sick to their stomach
They really don't like me
I know the boys gotta be pissed
And they say they running, but not a run running
Like, hold the fuck on
I'm telling the blitz
You know when they speak about fooling, they say they get money
And yes, that boy staring at shit
Look, all of my odds better stay out of my way
Before I find him, he beats me away with the cake
I'm a young nigga just finding my way on these pussy
And money be making my day
Niggas be broke as a bitch
Tryna be in my mix
I bet they can't even spell pay
Niggas be claiming that ball
You play a little deep
Then niggas start fading away
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money Jake
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