PCJAY - H&M

businessman I'm the flight in the meeting
Sick of East Tennessee, They chicken isn't seasoned
I got all the answers, you would think a nigga cheatin
Boy, fuck them kids, I don't give a damn about her fetus
Niggas hatin' on me, shit, remember that they hated Jesus
Forty hangin' on me just so you can fuckin' see it
Shorty drive me crazy, yeah, she need a CDL
Twelve ridin' on me, I'ma crash fore' I see a jail
I know that she don't wipe her ass good she got a BBL
You a rat for that cheese, boy, I bet you
fiend to tell
It don't matter who I'm hangin' with, just
know we bringin' hell I got the sauce, gang, got the shells, we
like Taco Bell Was almost trippin' on the bitch, gang, caught
me before I fell Why your name PC?
Cause I got them Perkys in my Cells Long scope, this that shit that killed a Kennedy
How you in yo' duffy, when you sellin' weed for 10 a G
If you puttin' mayo on yo' burger, you my enemy
If you askin' for the realest nigga, then they sendin' me
Greed shouldn't even be a sin if you askin' me
I'll steal off on this 8th, ain't no taxin' me
I know he want his bae, she too busy relaxin' me
I need all the loot, nigga, don't try to fracture me
could never be the middleman, don't try to Malcolm me
Spittin' too much real, niggas bound to try to caption me
My life a movie, you can guess who wrote the script
Nope, I ain't hit the coochie, left a mess up on her the lip
Bitch, we fuckin' up the mall and left a mess on every strip
I can't even go outside unless a Wesson on my hip
I can't po' no mo, that shit'll have me rested with a sip
Want your life to be like mine, I got a lesson and some tips
Damn, Taurus, boy, you right, they outta luck, bro
Goin' out like Adam 22, they some cuckholes
Yeah, you on your period, but you can still suck, though
I'm really not too curious about her, I duck hoes
I'm focused on truckloads of bands comin' in
To buy that Bentley in rose gold Or maybe just a chain, put a nigga on Frozone
The shit I'm rollin' might just fuck up the ozone
Hot nigga, leave the house without a fuckin' coat on
You in love with her, but you stuck up in the bro zone
Told her that my fingers gettin' tired, turn the rose on
They say, damn Jay, you rappin'? yes, bitch, I need a meal
I ain't talkin' money, I'm a skinny nigga, need a meal
Every time I see my grandma, she say, Jay you ate a meal?
I say, damn, grandma, I'm just skinny, yes, I ate a meal
When I make a mill, I'ma be the same nigga, rockin' H&M
And fuck a chain, nigga, I won't sign a label deal
Shit, not a fairytale, patience is a virtue and I learned that very well
My cheese up like I got commission with the dairy sales
Boy, you stuck up in a cycle like a Ferris wheel
Or a carousel, yeah, I got the secret, nigga, I won't ever tell

Written by:
Jaylen Stewart

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