Jeremy Ryan - Starstruck
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
It's a bird, it's a plane
Gods amongst the humans
Touch my fam I lose it
Hanging out without the nooses
I just might slap you stupid hoping
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
The right hand of God
Hit em' with the holy ghost when I see em' tomorrow
I don't really wanna die but I know I'll evolve cause
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell your mom it's going to be okay
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell the world what happens our way
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell ya pops I am what I say
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell your mom it's going to be okay
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell the world what happens our way
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell ya pops I am what I say
Now I'm a bad motherfucker in these Levi jeans
To roll to the scene
These bad bitches know what I mean
I'm a live while you can't survive
Should I take over the world?
Shit, I can't decide
I'm a be gone for the night bro
But I'll be back in the morning
I'm actually on it
And killing any type of opponent
Y'all so motherfucking simple anyone could record it
That shit is annoying
So step your shit up cause it's boring
Young Jbrack got the juice
Put ya motherfucking hands up
I'm bout to shoot
I got the sauce
We hanging out without the noose
Got me looking like a ceno when I rock the suit
You know what it do, Uhh
Swag drippin'
I'm ripping these niggas feelings
So don't give me them looks when you realize I'm making millions
Always rolling steady on my noble stead
I got what you need
Real niggas know what I mean, yeah
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell your mom it's going to be okay
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell the world what happens our way
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell ya pops I am what I say
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell your mom it's going to be okay
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell the world what happens our way
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell ya pops I am what I say
The right glove of Mike Jack
Tryna get that feeling off contact
That bomb rap
Never been a quitter that falls back
I bounce back
Hit em' with the venom and kill em
Because they all wack
I got wings that I stretch to fly
Got me acting like I'm Biggie and I'm ready to die
These motherfuckers always hating cause they living a lie
So when you niggas play that bullshit, it ruins my high
Turn that shit off
Racing cause I'm swerving and laughing at all opinions
I took the fucking world
I ain't asking for your permission
Now I got the fucking keys to the game to start the ignition
With the hopes you'll fucking listen
And bang it out of your systems
But I'm trapped in the 90's
And I don't wanna leave
Landed on Mars, saw aliens like we come in peace
You and Me
Me and who's inside of the mirror
Middle finger if you think that I'm weird
Cause I'm fucking here
Gods amongst the humans
Touch my fam I lose it
Hanging out without the nooses
I just might slap you stupid hoping
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
The right hand of God
Hit em' with the holy ghost when I see em' tomorrow
I don't really wanna die but I know I'll evolve cause
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell your mom it's going to be okay
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell the world what happens our way
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell ya pops I am what I say
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell your mom it's going to be okay
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell the world what happens our way
(Whoa, whoa)
Go tell ya pops I am what I say
I'm just a nigga from the burbs
That be flipping his words
And giving the bird to every fucking one in the world
I'm a different individual
Counting all my residuals
Feeling like I'm invisible
Acting like I'm invincible
Playful with the words
You can hear it with every syllable
Duval's best rapper and everyone's fucking minimal
A fucking animal
I will eat you just like a cannibal
How to write a rap
Here's the manual
I'm rolling round the streets getting paid cause I fuck with my city
Ain't nobody fucking with me
Or could really offend me
I make you niggas fucking bop
And now you dancing like Diddy
Tell these people that's it's letty spaghetti
Bitch niggas getting left it ain't right
You niggas ain't nice
And when I go to sleep at night
I always see the light
Motherfuckers think they got the way
But I don't see the hype
Mumble rappers, I will fucking kill you when were on a mic
Crazy thoughts lead to dark days when I'm all-alone
Everybody got they man but I'm in my zone
I do not relate, I stay at home
No one hits my phone
Text me if you talking bout that cash
Cause it's all I know
Now I'm on the come up
You should know my name
Jbrack, I'm the only nigga in my lane
Next floor to the top floor and it's just us
Leave these niggas starstruck, starstruck
Written by:
Jeremy Bracken
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