OT Genasis - Jackin For Beats 2015 (Freestyle) lyrics
rate me(Verse)
I'm ready to be messed with, cuz these streets like the clinic, dawg
The hardest niggas should always get tested
Bout to make a silhouette, and that fire? How ya touch it?
Been lookin' fo' that lighter fo' that cigarette
.45, or I'mma hit 'er with the pump
Got a rapper, I'm bout to put 'im in the trunk
Tryna slam the door up, he won't fit, I shoulda bought a Jeep
Maybe if I take off his shoes I could tuck his feet
Raaaah! Yeah, it's gettin' kinda scary now
Chasin' these rats to they hole like Jerry now
Couple niggas in the club place stare me down
10 racks, no talk, them niggas buried now
I land in nervous, tick tock on the watch
Career was hangin' by a thread, then it popped (pop)
I dropped CoCo, now I'm on top... of that mountain
It makes sense that you move rock
Couple of aeronautas hated, but that ain't work
All this bullshit cuz niggas ain't sign me first?!
So hell nah, I don't trust these niggas
A gang gave a nigga game, told em fuck these niggas
Underdog on the West, now I got fame
I musta had yo dirty diapers, cuz that shit changed
I couldn't get a feature on my song
Now it's 'hey, bruh, hey, yo, LEAVE ME ALONE!'
Smokin' all by myself, ridin' in my Caddy
Think about how 'mma try to kill my ex bitch' baby daddy
I'm on some bullshit, surround like comments
Cuz murder season - bloody water in my conscience
I heard you luv the bitch cuz she got ass shots
You ain't a pimp, you a Mick Donald mascot
Clarrmp(?), but I hope that you think soon
Savin' these hoes like a boat that's bout to sink soon
Ain't got money but I act like it
I could fuck any bitch if I act like it
Around All Star week-end, that's when I started
Act like a b-boy playn the NBA that don't start
So I'mma take my homeboy car and take her out
After a few bucks for dinner, givin' her mouth to mouth
In a hotel where I act like I lost my wallet
She can get it and I can hit it
Next thing I'm waitin' next to a Honda Civic
(Beat change)
Same nigga from the block, can't nobody change me
Get a lotta dollas but can't nobody change me
Niggas treat me different now, due to a lotta fame
Still carry humbles due to a lotta pain
Tryna tell my momma blow(?!), nah, I ain't give a fuck
Let my momma deal it, she told me to give it up
Talkin' bout a 9 to 5, I was like FUCK THAT!
My cousin EET got killed, I wanted to bust back
Tears on his death bed, shit, don't even sing right
Nightmares, gun shots, I can't even dream right
Locked up, dead time(!?) ain't nobody call me
Juvi and county time, ain't nobody call me
Got my momma hurt cuz a brother kids graduated
And his son runnin' wild, she don't know if he gon' make it
Heavy on Rasina, 4-5 fresh out the case
Jumb behind the Cadillac with bullets fly by yo face
Betta yet, post it up, chillin' on yo own spot
And niggas start runnin' up, wanna get yo dope shot
111 niggas bust shots, said they don't stop
Don't pop! Only excuse, you in a wrong spot
Say I'm actin' funny now, now you don't feel me
Where the fuck was you when 'em niggas tryna kill me?!
Gotta stay focused, go platinum like Sisqo
If ya outta line, then I pop it like Chris Gold
Big shows radio, now I'm on TV
Sayn that I'm hot, last year they ain't see me
Bit em in the ass, right, now they got rabies
Had me on Instagram when they used to play me
Niggas be hatin' like, yeah, G, ya locked up
Hoe textin' hey stranger, yeah, bitch, you fucked up
(Yeah, bitch, you fucked up)
(Ya fucked up, yeah!)
(OT)
