J M.I.L - Fea$tmode (feat. Brooklyn Boon)

I’m on Feast Mode, Time to eat mode
I go beast mode, Like I’m Dibo
Stick to the G code, Fly like a VTOL
I turn the heat on, I cause a heat stroke
My shawty she mean
But she give the best throat
I swim down her knees
And work on my breast stroke
Got tricks in my sleeve
A killer like deathstroke
See I got to eat
I’ve been on Feast mode
I rather be rich than famous
Still they gon know what my name is
It’s Nothing But Fam what you claiming
I carry a 9 what you banging
J MILLY the man I’m the greatest
Most of my people they slanging
I’m who these girls want to hang with
Smoking my weed until I’m painless
Waking up high I’m still blazing
I wake up feeling amazing
I got some money I play with
But I got more money in my savings
I get everything that I’m craving
I put my girl on the latest
Her pussy so wet like it’s bathing
She love how I fuck leave her shaking
She loving the way that it feels
I love her cause she keep it real
I cannot stop, I can’t yield
Unstoppable I break through the shields
A couple mill and I’m signing the deal
Couple mill it’ll help with the bills
I worked too hard for this here
I gave it my blood, sweat, and tears
Gave all my time to this
Don’t make me think back on the years
I had to conquer my demons
Come face to face with all my fears
Thinking back on my rent I was late
Plus to add my girl is late
My momma’s tears on her face
Forgive me if I’ve been going ape
Run my cash up like a race
Big deposits in my Chase
Big blunts to the face
In my sleeve I got an ace
I’m steps ahead you always late
Sit the yacht in a lake
Didn’t have it I had to take
This is history in the make
Witness history in the making
Always kept it real I never faked it
Know that life is what you make it
And mine about to be the greatest
Ten toes on my feet
I got mouths I gotta feed
Got an appetite we eat
Shit we don’t eat we gon feast
I’m on Feast Mode, Time to eat mode
I go beast mode, Like I’m Dibo
Stick to the G code, Fly like a VTOL
I turn the heat on, I cause a heat stroke
My shawty she mean
But she give the best throat
I swim down her knees
And work on my breast stroke
Got tricks in my sleeve
A killer like deathstroke
See I got to eat
I’ve been on Feast mode
Feast mode
Shit really got me on beast mode
Milking the game, cheat code 
They be so sick, Ne-Yo 
Sporting all black, emo
Snitch get stitched, lilo
Get ya head cracked, ceelo 
I'm bout my green, Ceelo 
Do like my hoes, I’m switching it up 
Birthday was yesterday, niggas a dub 
Not a bank heist they giving it up 
I’m not on the Colts, I never had luck 
Not talking surgery, tummies get tucked
Mob with the crimes, knuck if you buck
I gave up my last, they ain’t give a fuck
Black on my ice, medallion a puck
Niggas want Bentley, I want a Brinks truck
I made no moves, both feet too stuck 
Now I gotta get it 3 ways, like V-stuck 
Couldn’t hit the road, why? My V stuck 
Said my money too slow, nigga keep up
Now my money good hope they can keep up 
I don’t do the cash I’m swiping visa 
Money hella foreign, shit be needing visa 
Feast
I’m on Feast Mode, Time to eat mode
I go beast mode, Like I’m Dibo
Stick to the G code, Fly like a VTOL
I turn the heat on, I cause a heat stroke
My shawty she mean
But she give the best throat
I swim down her knees
And work on my breast stroke
Got tricks in my sleeve
A killer like deathstroke
See I got to eat
I’ve been on Feast mode

Written by:
John Morales

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