J.R (HOV SZN)

Look, Hellstar rockin', baby, glizzy front pockets In them trenches, but ain't stayin' with this rappin', shit, I got it Busy trappin', stackin' profit, humble nigga, I can pop it Ain't bout paper, ain't no talkin', tell them niggas change the topic Just to think when I was broke, ain't have a dollar in my pocket Now the baddest bitches wanna f*ck me, play like I ain't got it Shit, I play it like I'm stupid, knowing damn, well, I'm the hottest, really But I act so modest, really, we ran through a lot of semis Really rap my life, it ain't no cappin', niggas lyin', really I was on my last and I got back, shit, I be grindin', really You would think I skate with Tony Hawk, how I be grindin', really Slide to Cali, Riding Hemis, AMG might slide to Bentley Killers with me, they just want me rappin' till I find a milli They know I'm that ticket, I'm that nigga droppin' fire, really F*ck with me, J-HOV in his bag, stuck in his bag, now they can't f*ck with me If they cross that line, stay over there, know this shit stuck with me, facts I can't never trip about, no bitch, ain't into that Hit a bitch and then I'm quick to send them bitches back I can keep it P if we gon' creep than shit its that F*ck about your man, he broke as hell, and that's just facts Lately, I've been grindin', chase papers F*ck about no list, I'm richer than most niggas on that paper Sign a deal, bet I be the one to make it take a major Most these niggas hate us, rapper still'll pop out with them lasers You can see it in my eyes, I'm quick to snap and get to flaming And I pop out with stainless, way before this rap, my name was Rangin Me bro, playin' track, f*ck about your cat, we ridin' dangerous Lil' bro in the back, he hang out that bitch and get the bangin Came from pissy hallways, yeah, that's a fact I was out there all day, with hard, yay, I had to trap Bet they know me, Lil' J get that money, plus he keep a gat Shit, I put 30 in it, still don't even feel a need for that We get up on him, quick to stretch a nigga Bro gon' leave em flat where he was talkin Where we left from, let him meet the reaper Jack ain't with that talkin' on the internet Meet up where you at, no fear in us Rock fear of God, the blicky underneath of that There was days when we weren't havin' shit They know I'm speakin' facts, all from the muscle Ain't no handouts over here, no need for that They overlook me like I'm average, now them bitches speedin' back But I just f*ck em' then dismiss em Cuffin' ain't no need for that, huh, ayy Let em' hate, let em' hate What you doin', Lil' J runnin' to that cake, huh When I was broke, they treated me like last place Shit, I ain't bitch, got all my grind and now it's late Really thousands in my safe, look Thanks for watching