J. Smith - Ya Hear Me

I left the city niggas told me that you talking greezy
I bet my last fuckin’ dollar that you will never beat me
Do you see me I’m the one that’s blowing by you, beep beep
I bought your bitch from you and she came for the cheap cheap
You want the answer to life, the money be the cheat sheet
I’m feeling good, almost better than the lakers 3 peat
Me and my girl don’t wear no glove but gotta show out GP
The D be A-1, she might just go and skip her BC
I knew bout bad and boujee since doug remember Bebe
I been so nice with this since niggas burnt CDs
Since hide n go get it these boppers use to give us freebies
If I told you everything you never would believe me
I told my girl if we do this right I’ll be there if you need me
They want beef oh I love it when these niggas feed me
Either you really is a sucka or you wanna be me
So be like Stevie and wonder but you will never see me
A Cleveland Indian for the ones I go to bat fo’
New year new money but yeah boy I still got that flow
Yall some pussy niggas but sometimes I am an asshole
Run a monopoly on you niggas, fuck it pass go
I’m smokin’ on that Kobe Bryant, something you don’t pass tho
Her pussy so good I told her her boyfriend he worth the hassle
Square up head to head nigga yeah we can tassel
Sometimes beef be mistaken for a whole bunch of cattle
You niggas think you bout this shit when you know you fragile
She got me diggin’ in her deep when she know she shallow
These niggas copycats I am original, these niggas snakes I cant see em I hear em hissin tho
You ain’t nothing but tricks to me yeah I’m pimpin hoe
I’m heavy in this bitch I might just go tip the boat
Only way my pockets broke is if my wrist was broke
I be doing flippin’ numbers, watch me work the wrist
I’m better than you not only because the things the pen do
I got a doctorate nigga I hope that line offend you
Lets bring her out I’m talking bout the little bitch up in you
Protect thy family, get money, stay loyal things that men do
I’m smoking Budda wit some shooters aimin at you losers
I’m ahead of you niggas while getting head in the uber
You scrub niggas luffas, every bar be super duper
I’ll take yo jaw off and leave it hanging wit Mr. Cooper
Move bitch I’m Luda, blowing loud like tubas
In LA showing respect to Kobe and some Hoovers
Lets get all of this moola and count it perfect like shula
And put our feet up and probably have Hennessey and hookah
I’m nasty with the flow I blame it on the Kama Sutra
I’m not the dealer I’m the user I’m a drug abuser
I get it from my mama DNA played recruiter
I wear my pride around my neck I got no need for jewelers
I wear my pride around my neck I got no need for jewelers
Ya hear me, I wear my pride around my neck I got no need for jewelers

Written by:
Josh Smith

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