Jar Gang lyrics

So I'm fighting my cotton mouth with this lemonade
Plan to make it seemed to turn me to a renegade
Pen and page, show 'em I ain't scared to say sh*t
How college ain't for me, and a degree? I couldn't chase it
Have to make it
f*ck I look like stressing writing papers, needing cake
And knowing that my f*cking talent being wasted, nah
Not me, shout out Nasty Nell
These women and my vices made that cash appeal
Because I'm slipping for the paper, n*gga that's for real
Blunt facing everyday, just tryna catch a thrill
These hoes tell me what I'm spitting, n*gga kinda far out
Ran out of weed, told my brother break the jar out

Yeah, told my brother break the jar out
Got no Ls, told that n*gga bring the car out
Tell me what I'm spitting is far out
Ran outta weed tell that n*gga break the jar out
Yeah
Yeah
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Did somebody just come up here?