Adhesive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, hold up
Kiss me, love (kiss me)
Oh stay, please girl
Kiss me, love (kiss me)
Oh stay, please girl (uh)
Lord, let me get my cash right
I'm tryna fly, still tired from last night
Putting that work in to all of my earthlings
When them haters actin' up, gotta give 'em that act right
Back up on the scene with some flame shit
Different 'cause these niggas all be comin' with the same shit
I don't play, this here has never been a game, bitch
I'm gonna leave with the same niggas I came with
I ain't phased by competition
Flame the competition
These niggas can't hang, get banged by composition
Any given Sunday, I'm the cherry on top that stop that
I be on the crown like a top hat
Word to your taper
Nerds on the caper
Jerks, I don' fell and ate dirt with more flavor
Everybody know that Jet's a legend in training
Everything gravy, all biscuit, no bacon
I been so lost, now I'm on point
Don't mimic my gimmick, work on finding your own voice
Mixin' your own sauce, being your own boss
'Cause life's a frisbee, so I be throwed off
These niggas always tellin' me how hip-hop died out
Same time I'm flying, tryna get my rhymes out
Tryna spread love, what I'm sayin' is so real
Tired of seeing Graham Dukes payin' her own bills
I gotta floss, God, never get off job
Working through every seasoning done made me the sauce god
Droppin' that A+, and I don't say much
But if they hatin' it's only 'cause them niggas ain't us
It's Jetson
Yeah, hold up
Kiss me, love (kiss me)
Oh stay, please girl
Kiss me, love (kiss me)
Oh stay, please girl (uh)
Lord, let me get my cash right
I'm tryna fly, still tired from last night
Putting that work in to all of my earthlings
When them haters actin' up, gotta give 'em that act right
Back up on the scene with some flame shit
Different 'cause these niggas all be comin' with the same shit
I don't play, this here has never been a game, bitch
I'm gonna leave with the same niggas I came with
I ain't phased by competition
Flame the competition
These niggas can't hang, get banged by composition
Any given Sunday, I'm the cherry on top that stop that
I be on the crown like a top hat
Word to your taper
Nerds on the caper
Jerks, I don' fell and ate dirt with more flavor
Everybody know that Jet's a legend in training
Everything gravy, all biscuit, no bacon
I been so lost, now I'm on point
Don't mimic my gimmick, work on finding your own voice
Mixin' your own sauce, being your own boss
'Cause life's a frisbee, so I be throwed off
These niggas always tellin' me how hip-hop died out
Same time I'm flying, tryna get my rhymes out
Tryna spread love, what I'm sayin' is so real
Tired of seeing Graham Dukes payin' her own bills
I gotta floss, God, never get off job
Working through every seasoning done made me the sauce god
Droppin' that A+, and I don't say much
But if they hatin' it's only 'cause them niggas ain't us
It's Jetson
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Writer(s): Jordan Summers
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