2PM in Fredericksburg

Bitch I'm Joey D ain't no one touch my status
Ima die rich I put that on my casket
Ima Fire it I stamp that I'm a legend
I'm profiling in Tropicana Chevy
How I'm living I'm so different when I'm round the city
Chippy Chippy Sheck Wes-ing when I rock all the Fendi
Semi Semi my homies ball they be all divisions
Water whipping the prices different covered in lemon
Aye, ima be up front
I'm the one, I'm the GOAT every single month
Money old, bankroll, do my own stunts
Three flow, big road, coasting to the front
All the smoke, was it the pistol or the blunt
I don't know, big bro, that's my dawg that's my son
They know JD be a killer, he ain't even hold a gun
They say it's a cold winter but JD just heating up

Ain't a cold winter when you got Slim Prophet
Add JD that's some shit you can't top
Cause our skills is tip top, y'alls is rock bottom
Our tape is OD yours dropped the ball like leaves in autumn
And I got this shit on automatic call me Zack I got this Codeine
Hittin jumpers like I'm Kobe, haters comin and they goin
Why they hating like they know me
I just spit it like I wrote it, I'm the one I know I'm chosen
Call me Gucci Mane I'm digging up you dead homies
Damn, Me and JD on a shooting spree
Dead shot, hit you in the spleen
Like the pistol I'm just ballin baby
You know I'm ballin like I'm Kobe gettin buckets baby
Gettin buckets, freestyle like my name Jermaine
You know I run the game, your bars are hella lame
I ain't cussing no more like a Christian
Never bailed out Dior what the drip is
I drip that OG cause I got my cheddar right
You know I catch touchdowns like I'm Jerry rice
Free Bobby shmurda 2020 then we livin life
We up so much I don't know what the score is
Slim Prophet-JD you pick the poison



Credits
Writer(s): Tariq Abed
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