Jordan S. - DTC

Ain't no stopping
Let's get it poppin
City need me
I'm the option
I feed em oxygen
Simply said it I've been saucin
Drip-Dripping flossing
Hearing voice Hearing talkin
I think I lost it my money walkin

Damn things changed
Guess it'll never be the same
She fell for me for the fame
So I flew back on the first class
Cause I ain't got time for the games
Trust fall nigga fall back
Trust me been cooking la flame
Jy.simme Been killing the game

No playing round with no plain Janes
Cause I don't have time for nun of that
Been running the game like a running back
She luv my finesse ain't no coming back
God of the city no coming back
Always stay bout my business
Y'all just niggas just stay in feelings
No debate who the illest

Ain't no stopping
Let's get it poppin'
City need me
I'm the option
I feed em oxygen
Simply said it I've been saucin'
Drip-Dripping flossing
Hearing voice Hearing talkin'
I think I lost it my money walkin'

Ain't no stopping yeh
Think I lost it
Think I, Think I, Think I lost it uh
Outa socket out my mind
I'm out of pocket yeh
And I'm rocking yeh
Fucking like team rocket yeh
Think I mother fuckin lost it
Ain't no stopping yeh
City City need me
Shit I go and be the option yeh
Ain't no stopping
I'm the god out the pocket yeh
I'm out the socket
And we amping up
Team rocket yeh
I think I mother fucking lost it

I got 202020202020 views
I can't be yo dawg
Bitch I never been a Q
But they gone remember
Like the one that got away
Time to make a play
Jy.simme at the plate

Time to switch the numbers switch the colors switch the hue
I can switch your mood, fuse colors in your mood ring
New king, coming to America the new king
Mood swing, This the life I'm living ain't no choosing

Used to be
All summer sixteen
Back when I was 17
Playin dirty not clean
All I heard was money Chings
You couldn't tell me anything
Stuck like a diamond ring
I Ain't know nothing

Was just a nigga wit a dream
Would look a star and meditation
Write a few bars and elevate
My heads in the clouds I levitate

Looking back I should celebrate
For all the missed years
Never broke tears
There was no cards or no birthday cake
In this marathon I carry weight

Damn things changes
I put myself in the game
And I'll never be same
Gassed up butane
Can't ever be tamed
Forever be the king
Ballin hard In the paint
Clock ticking
Time show my rank, Shit

I got 202020202020 views
I can't be yo dawg
Bitch I never been a Q
But they gone remember
Like the one that got away
Time to make a play
Jy.simme at the plate, I'm gone

Written by:
Jordan Moton

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