Verse 1
Yo, it's Jaylin in this motherf*cker
Proud of my Atheism, it's hating in this motherf*cker
But, I don't give a f*ck
sh*t, just light a blunt
Speak my mind, I'm Blunt
Eat these rappers & they beats, & I never Grunt!
Shot out my homie Trisket, that n*gga a Stoner
f*ck TMZ, spreadin' rumors 'bout Comas
Fresh Money my team b*tch
Yeah I know, I'm mean b*tch
& I love that green b*tch
I am such a beast, like don't you see b*tch?
Freestylin' on these n*ggas
We pilin' on these n*ggas
We got plenty hoes, they grindin' on us n*ggas
Mixtape comin', Stunna on a feat
You runnin' yo mouth, cut off ya feet
Rappin' with emotion, so I don't even need a beat
Tunechi's my idol
Hustilin' for Survival
f*ck Christianity, Jesus didn't die ho
But um goodbye ho
& Hello Reality
These fake n*ggas gon' bring the beast outta me
n*ggas be dissin'
Tie my lace, cause apparently I'm trippin'
Fresh Money all day, fake n*ggas ain't wit it