Last Notes

I am j Becker, hmm aye
You can't fuck with me move
Too high for all these hoes
Go fuck another bro

I make more than you fool
I know I am the best
One album, Grammys next
Fuck all y'all haters bet

Standin' on my money. I'm six three
You already know we livin' the American dream
They call me gatsby, because of my enormous, YOU
By noon I've made a morgue, aye

Double homicide, I put your bitch aside
It's me or her, let your dick decide
I made a million, off of these billions
These hoes flow threw me like I'm criminal

I AM, ah shit I came in early
I guess that's what I'm known for, Cumming early
Ayo this the last track on the album
Turn that autotune off I gotta shout out some of my inspirations

First off Casey. Fuck that bitch
And my man Mr. Moon. Shout out to him.
They made this shit real

Next, I gotta shout out that momo
That verse he spit was too fire bro
My Brother from another mother Gavin, helped make that whole track too, so shout out To him

OH SHIT! I forgot my brother Kaan
Shout out to him too. He helped with that song
They made the Origins of j Becker a reality

Nico, Shout out to you bro. you're my Frank Ocean
I should also prolly shout out aspen
Let's meet up sometime
Finally, I gotta shout out Brooklyn
You know who you are. Shout out to you girl

And I guess that's it
That's all I wrote
I was gonna bring in another brother on this track but I think that's it

LET'S GO
I FINALLY GOT THIS SHIT OUT
J BECKER NUMBER 1 LET'S GET THIS SHIT
ITS BEEN MY DREAM SINCE DAY ONE
J DOT B OUT
PEACE