James James - Attention Seekers Freestyle

It's the nigga they hated, lowkey
Since I was in 216 waitin' on Beats
Nobody fuckin' with James in the streets
I felt like a pothole, swerve when you see, yeah
Can't do no fakin' for free like I ordered a steak
I'm waitin' on beef, and then Ill proceed
The humble you like when you hit a speed bump
Goin' regular speed, it's up
I do not care if it's rented or not
Nobody care you fuck bitches and thots
I don't care if you feel rich as Steve Jobs
I been from the block,
I never participate
Most niggas bragging, I seen them get dropped
Dropped like their label said you just ain't hot
Dropped like it's now on the website to buy
Dropped like we're 1, 2, 3, 4, niggas die
I got a hunger, it's been in my eye
That Kendrick and Cole shit killin' my vibe
I'm so close to God, if I was to die
Dappin' me up like, what up, my guy
Yeah
I hate a rapper especially
I hate a label especially
Guess that shit make me a hater too
So I don't let that hater shit get to me,
yeah
I hate a label like groups of one people
So shout out to they/them
I can't make this magic to pay them
And work in the AM
And go home with half of the half
Fraction of something I made them
Sound like you scammin' to me
The label execs tell they artists to tap in
You bankin' with Chase, so you got PNC
Yeah,
fuck with your boy, no Diddy
Like I train dogs for a living
I keep a bad bitch with me
If my name ain't known in your city
it will be
I done went numb to the dumb shit
Can't function on however you're feeling
You feel me
It's,
look
Just me and myself
Bitch, I ain't paddin no stats
Not payin' no bots for the view increase
Not fakin' no streams, not wastin' no cash
Bitch, I'm outside like I sit on grass
Smokin' that pack like six on abs
He want attention
but his shit don't grab
He want attention,
but his shit don't grab

Written by:
James Davis

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