E Jake - Not Us

Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah

I’ma real good smooth talker
My double edge sword got sharper
Apply what them OGs taught ya
Make all ya moves a lil’ smarter
Got my bitcoins and my stocks up
Talkin bout guns, had to stock up
Blocka, shotta, out in JA with the Rastas
Or the North End with the mobsters
Talkin bout drugs over pasta
Had it served with the lobster
Middle finger to them coppers
I’m so sick and tired of gettin locked up
Still in the game but do it proper
Now my hands don’t touch like soccer
For that money E Jake turns monster
Can’t help it I’ma hustler
All praise due to the customers
I don’t like to hang around bustas
And I don’t parlay with them suckas
You lookin for some lames? Well that’s not us
Any chick givin brain gotta comp her
I don’t giva fuck if you fufu
As a man you should never wear a romper

Ole fruity ass n****s
Pause!

Who out here hatin? Not us
Who out here fakin? Not us
Who out here slackin? Not us
Who out here rattin? Not us
Built like a ho? Not us
Shook on the low? N**** not us
Took for a joke? Not us
Out here goin broke? Not us

B finna get to the money
Jay finna get to the money
Yeah-yeah
T finna get to the money
Booh finna get to the money
Yeah-yeah
D finna get to the money
Just finna get to the money
Yeah-yeah
Scrillz finna get to the money
Gillz finna get to the money

All I ever do is bang plays
Outside tryna make ways
Most my friends on the same thing
Muh fucka this that gang-gang
Most nights ah brotha can't hang
Unless the money line rang-rang
I ain't sittin round playin damn games
On my job word to everything
I gotta get paid mang
Gotta get paid, yo I gotta get..look
I'm so sorry how I do ya
I can't play house I’ma Mover
Papa is a rollin stone
Dave Ruffin in my chromosomes
Ride in my zone- 2,3,4,5 in the morn
Let me keep it all the way real
You ever been too fresh to fuck?
She all on your nuts, you just came to chill
I ain’t gon lie, I’m just one ‘em guys
Never been the type, where hoes run they life
Built with a vibe, these bitches can't kill
Therefore, I do’s what I want
And I says what I feel...

I ain’t holding my tongue
Scared money don’t make none

Bizz finna get to the money
P finna get to the money
Yeah-yeah
Jizz finna get to the money
Ig finna get to the money
Yeah-yeah
Shizz finna get to the money
Tweez finna get to the money
Yeah-yeah
My bros finna get to the money
My Zoes finna get to the money
Yeah-yeah

Who out here hatin? Not us
Who out here fakin? Not us
Who out here slackin? Not us
Who out here rattin? Not us
Built like a ho? Not us
Shook on the low? N**** not us
Took for a joke? Not us
Out here goin broke? Not us

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