JGS (Again)
Heart of the fire I'm walking with gas on attire
Like pass me the lighter
Back in the stash,
Back to the bad kid, tryna be good (Yea!)
Look like a model, thinking she bad
I'm like go turn that beauty into a bag
Put this on your Tic-Tok, do a lil dance
I'm on the tip top, doing my thang
Niggas go flip flop, play in the sand
Jus' getting started, it's starting again
Jus' getting started, it's starting again
Jus' getting started and wait
Go tell a friend and a friend and a friend
Late to the party you might not get in
Feel like your birthday, Bacardi and gin
Uh, Yea
Go tell a friend and a friend and a friend
Go get a kin and a kin to that kin
Late to the party you might not get in
Go tell your bro and your sis and your potnas
Jus' Musique coming through fucking up commas
I'm from the block I'ma say it again
But TJay don't follow he setting the trends
Fifty plus songs and he starting again
But let me just take you to where it began
Computer in hand, homie lil closet I gotta vent
(Let's Go)
Triple double the shots and assists
Plus the blocks, they fit on the list
Pistol cocked, a couple of clips
And that's just to get chicken from Canes'
Aww mane see the city won't change
I might have to go hit up the range
Confrontation I can't be a stain
Back in this bitch,
My big homie just came from the pen
And he told me it's back to the business
And he gotta move smarter with it
So he jus' getting started again
Couple packs and we all up again
I can't call it today or tomorrow,
But I'm always focused on the win
They moving and twisted they legs
They don't really know me they don't really know
A good look inside of my head,
Up and down we going, it's a rollercoaster
I'ma just have my fun,
Up until it's done,
Night into the morning sun na,
Crackers dipping in the gumbo pot
Chicken finger lickin'
Start to make a living, off the shit he spitting
Fuck your paper fuck your pen, he always mention
Matter fact, I need the pen to draw the distance
Anybody, you can put 'em up against me
City living, mind detentions, I'ma pivot
Dancing with you motherfuckers like I feel it
How I'm feeling? Like a fucking million
Don't remember if I asked for your opinion
Heart of the fire I'm walking with gas on attire
Like pass me the hydrogen
Rapping in spite of the likeliness,
That I get noticed, that's how much I'm liking it
Mixing the hood with my type with this
Not really tripping if this beat sound trifling
Jus' getting started I'm jus' getting started again
And this time I'll start off with the hypest shit
Like pass me the lighter
Back in the stash,
Back to the bad kid, tryna be good (Yea!)
Look like a model, thinking she bad
I'm like go turn that beauty into a bag
Put this on your Tic-Tok, do a lil dance
I'm on the tip top, doing my thang
Niggas go flip flop, play in the sand
Jus' getting started, it's starting again
Jus' getting started, it's starting again
Jus' getting started and wait
Go tell a friend and a friend and a friend
Late to the party you might not get in
Feel like your birthday, Bacardi and gin
Uh, Yea
Go tell a friend and a friend and a friend
Go get a kin and a kin to that kin
Late to the party you might not get in
Go tell your bro and your sis and your potnas
Jus' Musique coming through fucking up commas
I'm from the block I'ma say it again
But TJay don't follow he setting the trends
Fifty plus songs and he starting again
But let me just take you to where it began
Computer in hand, homie lil closet I gotta vent
(Let's Go)
Triple double the shots and assists
Plus the blocks, they fit on the list
Pistol cocked, a couple of clips
And that's just to get chicken from Canes'
Aww mane see the city won't change
I might have to go hit up the range
Confrontation I can't be a stain
Back in this bitch,
My big homie just came from the pen
And he told me it's back to the business
And he gotta move smarter with it
So he jus' getting started again
Couple packs and we all up again
I can't call it today or tomorrow,
But I'm always focused on the win
They moving and twisted they legs
They don't really know me they don't really know
A good look inside of my head,
Up and down we going, it's a rollercoaster
I'ma just have my fun,
Up until it's done,
Night into the morning sun na,
Crackers dipping in the gumbo pot
Chicken finger lickin'
Start to make a living, off the shit he spitting
Fuck your paper fuck your pen, he always mention
Matter fact, I need the pen to draw the distance
Anybody, you can put 'em up against me
City living, mind detentions, I'ma pivot
Dancing with you motherfuckers like I feel it
How I'm feeling? Like a fucking million
Don't remember if I asked for your opinion
Heart of the fire I'm walking with gas on attire
Like pass me the hydrogen
Rapping in spite of the likeliness,
That I get noticed, that's how much I'm liking it
Mixing the hood with my type with this
Not really tripping if this beat sound trifling
Jus' getting started I'm jus' getting started again
And this time I'll start off with the hypest shit
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Fisher
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