Jet Lag (feat. Quest, Tienas, Nuke & Specter)

She said "Boy, you still broke as fuck"

Hol' up

Nah, now the boy is the fuckin' man bitch

Hol' up

All this chit chat and yakkin', man, I pack bombs like I was from the Taliban

(Yo, what the fuck did you say?)

Oops, oh, nothing

I watch all these opps

And look how they fronting

I'm front row at a shootout man you ducking

When it's time to pay the price man you tucking

I roll out like Samuel with ammo in camo

I Keep my name on the C lines like soprano

I conquer like Rocky Marciano

And channel these thoughts like a fucking grand piano

La Heim

Killerquest in a Benzo' time for crescendo

She plays with innuendos like Nintendos

Jah bless and lord have mercy

I see my enemies and they all so thirsty

Thats why

I keep my chips in my bag not over my shoulder

If this game is star wars then I must be Yoda

I'm like ice but just more colder

I'm rock solid bruh my crystals Folger

Back to back

Back against the wall in my black backpack I ran fast from the phonies this might be my last lap crabs in a bucket I saw the trap and clapped back at last I put the name on the map like a red flag I'm way too fly man

I might just catch a jet lag

She said "Boy, you still broke as fuck"

Hol' up

Nah, now the boy is the fuckin' man bitch

Hol' up

All this chit chat and yakkin', man, I pack bombs like I was from the Taliban

(Yo, what the fuck did you say?)

Oh yeah something

Wait you're buggin'?

I'm raising the bar like barrel aged bourbon

In a feral gape, while you can't raise shit your in sterile state cousin

Imperil hate, four eyed fuck take your bitch, stubborn, Mclovin', fist bumpin', spit dozen

They be hating on my shit but the kids love it

M-Cs get fucked with a McMuffin on a McDouble, Wait

Doin' a battery double A, are you looking for some trouble aye

I'll be just singing swan song eating wanton with couple mates

Double eight, double eight, everybody's gonna get fucked for nothing like a double date

Came in the game and I made some couple G's, sipping whiskey on the rock fuck bubbly

I'ma troubled kid fucker don't trouble me, I'm Chris Tucker dick sucker can't rush on me

You ain't get Passed, a verse of mine's a glitch in the universe I might just get a fucking jet Lagged

Let's have a toast for the douchebags before your mother fucking parachute get's jacked

She said "Boy, you still broke as fuck"

Hol' up

Nah, now the boy is the fuckin' man, bitch

Hol' up

All this chit chat and yakkin', man, I pack bombs like I was from the Taliban

(Yo, what the fuck?)

Every song we make is an anthem

Every talk is cheap if you throw enough tantrums

Mans been awesome, see you fall like autumn

This is not Drake, but it is started from the bottom

Fly since birth

I don't get jet lag

Hoes on the twitter smell worse than a butt crack

Smile for the camera but this where the thugs laugh

Know I've been away but I'm fresh like a first track

My mandem, fool proof condom

If you don't fuck with us, go and get abortion

If you want sauce then, we gon' have problems

Sing for pain in a room, if you really wanna solve 'em

Staring at the lock screen, don't expect me to find keys

Used to breaking down doors thanks to anxiety David to these mighty, Goliaths

Standing out like nipples in a tight tee

Jump in the pyre when I spark it up, y'all LARPing

Lots of you in the building can't find parking

Though we never show up, doing better things, than blowing some

Pouring up, healing hangovers with lemonade

(Hold it)

I'm the villain on the pillion not coming for your aid

Put the money near my mouth so I don't talk about getting paid

Straight to the slaying, love to the people for fuckin' up the streams

Eenie-meenie-minie-mo

Make 'em fall like dominoes

Talking about unity

While they busy stabbing bros

Gonna cop a degree while I learnt from the streets

As the needle stops spinning leave em all deadbeat

Ya, bragging infinite, grinding almost nil

Zero to One-hundred 'cause papi pays the bills

Clueless about hunger 'cause that stomach always filled

Can't turn up the heat 'cause rooms always chilled

How you gonna stop me?

Ya pen don't travel on the paper still ya jet lagged

Take away my tools, I'ma grow my nails

Write it on raw skin, no cheat codes, but monster mash ya nonsense

She said "Boy, you still broke as fuck"

Hol' up

Nah, now the boy is the fuckin' man, bitch

Hol' up

All this chit chat and yakkin', man, I pack bombs like I was from the Taliban

(Yo, what the fuck?)