Riot! (feat. Yung Neva)
Oh you wanna war? Turn this to a riot
Homies coming through, know that you can't try shit
When I'm on the road, know that I've been flying
Everyone seem fake, why they even trying
Young and they call me my name
When I step on the stage, yeah they calling me Jaded
Know when I pull up, I'm feelin' real good
Cause you know that I'm pulling up faded
They wanna give me congratulations, but you know all that shit is belated
Except for the people who still wanna talk
And you know that I'm here and you hate it
Ain't nobody coming in my lane, gotta fall through like swerve
Ain't nobody getting in my brain, gotta stay focused like curve
Ain't nobody know that pain, ain't nobody know that hurt
Ain't nobody know my shame, ain't nobody know my dirt
I talked to God and my brother, he told me I kill it, I always go hard
I got a dream with a passion, you mix it together, that shit get you far
I got a motive, a vision cause I'm shining bright like you're seeing a star
Told him like give me a minute, then we leave it smoky just like a cigar
No I ain't playing, the fuck are you saying
You really got nothing, you talking shit
I gotta ask cause you know I've been past
All the things you've been doing so stop that shit
I got a dream of just counting a milli
You really don't know you can't top this shit
Everyone talking and some of them stalking
And hating on all my accomplishments
Oh you want a war? Turn this to a riot
Homies coming through, know that you can't try shit
When I'm on the road, know that I've been flying
Everyone seem fake, why they even trying?
Why you even trying, why the fuck you lying
Smoke a couple blunts, shit I think I might be flying
Hold up wait, I should be digital, Neva that shit is so typical
Fuck what you think I might drop out of school, next year I'll be fucking your principal
God damn, yeah, I'm coming up quick, I'm coming up quick
Fuck it, yeah, I might just come in your bitch
I'm coming to game, vampire face, ice on my neck cause I'm feeling like Bane
Dripping straight water like ice on a chain, you gon' tie me up in a drop top
Yeah, what, yeah, let me back it up
Fuck that, I ain't backing up, I be stacking up
Feeling like Santa bitch, yeah, cause I'm just now wrapping up
Fuck that, it ain't adding up and fuck you, I ain't dapping up
I heard a lot of y'all saying I can't rap
Fuck that, fuck that shit
Man, fuck that, all heat 20-20
Y'all be talking hella shit
We getting this out, this lit
Woo, woo, woo
Homies coming through, know that you can't try shit
When I'm on the road, know that I've been flying
Everyone seem fake, why they even trying
Young and they call me my name
When I step on the stage, yeah they calling me Jaded
Know when I pull up, I'm feelin' real good
Cause you know that I'm pulling up faded
They wanna give me congratulations, but you know all that shit is belated
Except for the people who still wanna talk
And you know that I'm here and you hate it
Ain't nobody coming in my lane, gotta fall through like swerve
Ain't nobody getting in my brain, gotta stay focused like curve
Ain't nobody know that pain, ain't nobody know that hurt
Ain't nobody know my shame, ain't nobody know my dirt
I talked to God and my brother, he told me I kill it, I always go hard
I got a dream with a passion, you mix it together, that shit get you far
I got a motive, a vision cause I'm shining bright like you're seeing a star
Told him like give me a minute, then we leave it smoky just like a cigar
No I ain't playing, the fuck are you saying
You really got nothing, you talking shit
I gotta ask cause you know I've been past
All the things you've been doing so stop that shit
I got a dream of just counting a milli
You really don't know you can't top this shit
Everyone talking and some of them stalking
And hating on all my accomplishments
Oh you want a war? Turn this to a riot
Homies coming through, know that you can't try shit
When I'm on the road, know that I've been flying
Everyone seem fake, why they even trying?
Why you even trying, why the fuck you lying
Smoke a couple blunts, shit I think I might be flying
Hold up wait, I should be digital, Neva that shit is so typical
Fuck what you think I might drop out of school, next year I'll be fucking your principal
God damn, yeah, I'm coming up quick, I'm coming up quick
Fuck it, yeah, I might just come in your bitch
I'm coming to game, vampire face, ice on my neck cause I'm feeling like Bane
Dripping straight water like ice on a chain, you gon' tie me up in a drop top
Yeah, what, yeah, let me back it up
Fuck that, I ain't backing up, I be stacking up
Feeling like Santa bitch, yeah, cause I'm just now wrapping up
Fuck that, it ain't adding up and fuck you, I ain't dapping up
I heard a lot of y'all saying I can't rap
Fuck that, fuck that shit
Man, fuck that, all heat 20-20
Y'all be talking hella shit
We getting this out, this lit
Woo, woo, woo
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Writer(s): Jared Degen
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