Last Notes

I am j Becker, hmm aye You can't f*ck with me move Too high for all these hoes Go f*ck another bro I make more than you fool I know I am the best One album, Grammys next F*ck all y'all haters bet Standin' on my money. I'm six three You already know we livin' the American dream They call me gatsby, because of my enormous, YOU By noon I've made a morgue, aye Double homicide, I put your bitch aside It's me or her, let your dick decide I made a million, off of these billions These hoes flow threw me like I'm criminal I AM, ah shit I came in early I guess that's what I'm known for, Cumming early Ayo this the last track on the album Turn that autotune off I gotta shout out some of my inspirations First off Casey. F*ck that bitch And my man Mr. Moon. Shout out to him. They made this shit real Next, I gotta shout out that momo That verse he spit was too fire bro My Brother from another mother Gavin, helped make that whole track too, so shout out To him OH SHIT! I forgot my brother Kaan Shout out to him too. He helped with that song They made the Origins of j Becker a reality Nico, Shout out to you bro. you're my Frank Ocean I should also prolly shout out aspen Let's meet up sometime Finally, I gotta shout out Brooklyn You know who you are. Shout out to you girl And I guess that's it That's all I wrote I was gonna bring in another brother on this track but I think that's it LET'S GO I FINALLY GOT THIS SHIT OUT J BECKER NUMBER 1 LET'S GET THIS SHIT ITS BEEN MY DREAM SINCE DAY ONE J DOT B OUT PEACE