Just Rap
Okay thank you
Jiggy, whats going on? Lets make it happen
Be Safe
Yeah, okay
Its Jiggy's Revenge
We on some trouble maker stuff
Making alot of trouble out here
mmm mmm, I like this beat
Yeah, we gon get this jawn
Yeah, huh, look
Imma get you before u get me
It might be what it takes
It's a lot of things I don't know
I know what you ain't
A Killer, Rich or even a real nigga
Never out in the field
Never solving no issue
Don't claim the city you live in
Then don't go back
Man Point me to the best
Or point me to the bag
He played the game wrong
So I make his pockets lag
I ain't know that you was upset i thought it was just rap
You took all your music down I mean what's up with that?
You still talking bout that album that ain't never crack
Talking about me like it's pressure it was never that
We face to face in the stu an all i did was laugh yeah
I'm too respectful but that's over with
Any hoe testing Jig, want her over with
My Family to on go, they want me settled in
And my Niggas to gung ho, they want another switch
Don't claim the city you live in
Then don't go back
Point me to the best
Or point me to the bag
He played the game wrong
I make his pockets lag
I ain't know you was upset I thought it was just rap
Be real, when you gon realize this ain't your lane
When you gon peep, you ain't unique, and everyone the same?
How you rap gon about your body and expect a change
If it was up to me you wouldn't rap again
The pen lost ink
The Paper got wrinks
And google made your rhymes, how you rap but can't think
Big Jig
Big revenge
Big catastrophe
And I Can't argue with a artist who ain't half of me on God
Yeah
I Can't argue with a artist who ain't half of me
What she say one more time
I Can't argue with no artist who ain't half of me
Don't claim the city you live in
Then don't go back
Point me to the best
Or point me to the bag
He played the game wrong
I make his pockets lag
I ain't know you was upset I thought it was just rap
I ain't know you was upset I thought it was just rap
woah woah
I ain't know you was upset I thought it was just rap
You don't even claim your city so don't go back
Jiggy, whats going on? Lets make it happen
Be Safe
Yeah, okay
Its Jiggy's Revenge
We on some trouble maker stuff
Making alot of trouble out here
mmm mmm, I like this beat
Yeah, we gon get this jawn
Yeah, huh, look
Imma get you before u get me
It might be what it takes
It's a lot of things I don't know
I know what you ain't
A Killer, Rich or even a real nigga
Never out in the field
Never solving no issue
Don't claim the city you live in
Then don't go back
Man Point me to the best
Or point me to the bag
He played the game wrong
So I make his pockets lag
I ain't know that you was upset i thought it was just rap
You took all your music down I mean what's up with that?
You still talking bout that album that ain't never crack
Talking about me like it's pressure it was never that
We face to face in the stu an all i did was laugh yeah
I'm too respectful but that's over with
Any hoe testing Jig, want her over with
My Family to on go, they want me settled in
And my Niggas to gung ho, they want another switch
Don't claim the city you live in
Then don't go back
Point me to the best
Or point me to the bag
He played the game wrong
I make his pockets lag
I ain't know you was upset I thought it was just rap
Be real, when you gon realize this ain't your lane
When you gon peep, you ain't unique, and everyone the same?
How you rap gon about your body and expect a change
If it was up to me you wouldn't rap again
The pen lost ink
The Paper got wrinks
And google made your rhymes, how you rap but can't think
Big Jig
Big revenge
Big catastrophe
And I Can't argue with a artist who ain't half of me on God
Yeah
I Can't argue with a artist who ain't half of me
What she say one more time
I Can't argue with no artist who ain't half of me
Don't claim the city you live in
Then don't go back
Point me to the best
Or point me to the bag
He played the game wrong
I make his pockets lag
I ain't know you was upset I thought it was just rap
I ain't know you was upset I thought it was just rap
woah woah
I ain't know you was upset I thought it was just rap
You don't even claim your city so don't go back
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Writer(s): Jamie Moore
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