Rappin Jason

Give me a beat and I'll kill it, a rapping jason
These niggas hate don't pay attention
I'm money chasing
She said she love me, she must be smoking good jamcain
Cause ion cuff em i just fucked em
then its money making
I can't trust a soul they all temporary
All of em acting wanna be tyler perry's
Pour exotic in my punch It taste just like some berry's
If you want that choppa sing like Mariah Carey

All them cold days thinking bout my old ways
Rookie of the year like lamelo bitch I be making plays
Nigga stepped the wrong way fucked around got shot up in his face
Everybody toting straps ain't nobody shooting fades
Shit is rugged nigga, but I'd be damn if I ain't busting nigga
Money all I be discussing nigga I gotta get it
It's a endless road to the riches
Tell me if you really gonna ride
Even if them bullets fly, down the road of homicide
Why they wanna see me cry, and wanna see me fail
Have me locked up in a cell with nobody sending mail
Streets rough so you gotta keep a tool
Niggas wanna see you down a try to play you like a fool
I put my pain up in my tunes and I make them shits boom
And I make that chopper boom
Yea I make that chopper boom
I told my momma we ain doom
Yea we go make it soon
And grandma get a house by the lake
Swear to god we straight, we straight, we straight, we straight
And momma get a house on the hills on the hills
She ain't gotta worry about no bills, no bills
Nah for real

Give me a beat and I'll kill it, a rapping jason
These niggas hate don't pay attention
I'm money chasing
She said she love me, she must be smoking good jamcain
Cause ion cuff em i just fucked em
Then its money making
I can't trust a soul they all temporary
All of em acting wanna be tyler perry's
Pour exotic in my punch It taste just like some berry's
If you want that choppa sing like Mariah Carey



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Writer(s): Trae Trae
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