Young Stotle - Jam

Hey can y'all hear me?
Can y'all hear me?
Turn my mic up
I got bars
I said I got bars
Can y'all hear me now? I said I got bars, feel like I got the perfect reception
Writing bars after bars after bars after bars
Cause the bar ain't high enough, fuck it I gotta reset it
My word is my weapon, kill the game to resus it
They hate it but they gotta respect it
Y'all like David Blaine with deception
I'm like Jordan Belfort with the time I've invested
Sacrificed my twenties for hunnids shit's feeling like a hell of an investment
Cause this life a blessing and time is so precious
Fuck a watch I'm bout to pull a Flavor Flav
And maybe start rocking a gold clock as necklace
Shit, not sure my neck that strong might put it on and end up neckless
Double entendre
That ain't to flaunt on these rappers and taunt all my assets
Trust me I could go off on y'all asses. Say fuck it and stop being passive
Pull out all my stops just to watch y'all reactions
That's just how I'm feeling. Stack this money to the ceiling
Then I show up to bank. If I wasn't white they probably think I had to steal it
Imma treat em like some strippers, I ain't gonna go conceal it
Imma throw it in they face, Imma make 'em fucking feel it
Ironic I'm bragging about being the most humble rapper out
Fuck a mumble rapper at least when I do brag it
Ain't hard to tell what the fuck I'm bragging about
Went from student to master might have to rap in cap and a gown
The last thing I want is clout though
I'd hate to be walking all through town and when people see me out they scream it out
And make me do the run around and go find another route home
Fuck the clickbait, I'd rather y'all click play and download
Then show up at your friends house party when they shitfaced and they like
"Damn bro, whose this?" And y'all like "Young Stotle shit's my fucking jam bro"
This shit is my jam bro. This shit is my jam bro
Y'all ain't heard of this? Then you must not be a fan hoe
Let it breathe
There's more where this came from
I got hits on top of hits like my body banged up
I got bangers on top of bangers like a gang bang in other words
I came to fuck any and every thing up
This that turn up, turn up, turn up
This that fire. This that burn up
This that back to my roots shit. I been on my turnip
Got me breaking out my shell like a turtle
I been feeling myself I been sipping on this Merlot
I'm a little bored though. Think I need some more so
Pour me like three or four more and maybe I'll feel like I'm really out in Bordeaux
Never been to France. I'll go if I get the chance
But lately I've been too busy working on all of my shit
They better play my jam when I'm the club. If not I'll fuck shit up
I mean pardon my French
I don't mean to flaunt that's the last thing I want, so pardon this Cartier on my wrist
Introduce myself to the royal ones and play em my songs
Shit might just turn myself into a prince
On a roll like butter and this my jam
Haters fuck 'em, just jealous fans
If they could do this then they would but no they can't. No not a chance
This shit is my jam bro. This shit is my jam bro
Y'all ain't heard of this? Then you must not be a fan hoe
Aye bro did you get all that?
Did you get all of it?
Do I need to run it back?
Fuck man

Written by:
J. Fernung

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