Jittalk

Koll
They know they ain't did shit
I just load the pen and make his brain split
We are not the same, bitch (aye)
I say (Jeesh gon' kill 'em, bitch)

I come outta the grave to switch our places
Me and the fire, that's homeostasis
Put opp cheeks on the pavement
Ass or the face, don't matter, we waste him
If you gon' pray to a savior (if you do-do-do-do)
I hope that its Jesus
None of your bros gon' save you
Lot Imma prove, 'cuz I'm from a place you ain't need to

I'm finna take what's mine
Them boys done had they clout for too long
Use your noodle, udon
What in the fuck was you on?
I put a car in a coffin, I know what its like to crash
But y'all couldn't move on
Ready to dash, but y'all was like "hold on"
I get the cash, y'all settled for coupons
It's crazy I really done did this shit and I ain't did it yet
The prospect of 'em becoming somebody above me, I cannot imagine it
The work I put in miniscule size and I'm already working with savages
Bangkok, one night in this shit, and I played 'em like chess
I'm ahead of the cabinet
Speak on my name you can go where your daddy did
Speak on my name, he tried, we gave him a rose
Second doc, hand them poles
Send 'em of, mandem folks
Seven all, jackpot pulls
We hit the bank on these hoes
No one to thank for the rise, I mix the crank on my own
The last boy came for my throne ain't come back
Said he ain't stopping for nobody
But that bitch done cuffed you, whipped you, what happened?
It don't matter
Cuz I done grown from the place I stepped
The jitty was always within me
But I just ain't have the face, I guess
Ran the wrong track of the race, I guess
Walked at my own pace, I guess
Switched 'round too many states, I guess
Didn't give a fuck bout the hates, I guess
How in the hell I done lapped past all of these soft ass jits
And I ain't even sweat
100k on a single's a hell of a number, its sum'n I ain't made even yet
Switch on (snapping)
Switch on (clapping)
Seen both sides you can't be a threat
Named after a wall clearer
Fuck about having pallbearers

I came outta the grave to switch our places
Me and the fire thats homeostasis
Put opp cheeks on the pavement
Ass or the face, don't matter, we waste him
If you gon' pray to a savior (if you do-do-do-do)
I hope that its Jesus
None of your bros gon' save you
Lot Imma prove, 'cuz I'm from a place you ain't need to

Fuck