Kijan Boone - Jan Flow

I aint gon stop working til a billi in my bank account
I done reached my verdict I'm the illest you can think about
these niggas be so cap you can't even pay me just to fake it now
fuck em
I don't wanna trust em (yea)
I don't wanna love em (damn)
Im so full from all these beats I ate, no Benihanas
I get tired of all these hoes they always filled with drama
Racks went up another load and I aint clock-in in summers
My plans don't involve no friends, watch how I make em wonder
Brodie had died and it hurt me the most
Thought it was cap, we just talked on the phone
Found out my dawg had put one in the dome and it broke me to pieces how he had to go
I was like FUCK
Didn't even know who the hell I could trust
Always would look at my phone to see if he texted me, nun would ever show up
Damn
I was a bad lil Jit
When I was in school I aint do all my work
I was jus skipping and smoking and when I got back I would flirt with the nurse YEA YEA
I would get high before I went to practice I still put in work (UH, GO)
Just watch how I run up these racks imma have all these lil niggas hurt
See it in they face, they in disgust I beat the odds
Most these people fitted cap, they life be a facade
Im no fan of games so if you play you can meet God
All I know is win I had a dream the world was ours
I aint gon stop working til a billi in my bank account
I done reached my verdict I'm the illest you can think about
these niggas be so cap you can't even pay me just to fake it now
fuck em
I don't wanna trust em (yea)
I don't wanna love em (damn)
Im so full from all these beats I ate, no Benihanas
I get tired of all these hoes they always filled with drama
Racks went up another load and I aint clock-in in summers
My plans don't involve no friends, watch how I make em wonder
Only smoke exotic shit
Only trust my mama bih
I aint have a pot to piss
Now all of my pockets thick
They used to make fun of me
Now they got my ass to kiss
Still not getting surgery but I know I'm too fuckin sick
Ima lil hard headed boi
Im so bad at listening
Think I'm better off alone don't know who I could kick it with
Might as well just call me Roddy, cause ill be super rich
I may just go MIA and Get Back like I'm Ludacris
hahahaha Im too lit they mad as hell
They tried count me out
They could not
I had gave em hell
Family used to stress but you could say that now we living well
I aint have no choice but to be great, I think you could tell
Yea, Uh Jan Flow
Jan Flow, uh huh
Wait, Jan flow
Jan flow uh huh
Yea, Jan Flow Jan Flow uh huhhh

Written by:
Kijan Boone

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