Lyrics

Yeah
B Jet
Ima no hook this bitch
I don't get it, **** trippin, I aint with the disrespect
They been sleeping on B Jet
Like I ain't at yo fucking neck
Well its fine, Ima take my time
You bet it's fucking coming
I aint worried bout you ****
I been focused getting money
I'm the best from out my city and I say that with my chest
Aint nobody working like me, I am nothing like the rest
I'm addicted having more cuz all I knew was having less
And that shit was getting old, So had to switch it up a bit
And you know that fucking with the fam gone cost a consequence
I been living on the edge, so please don't push me off that bitch
Way I'm bringing in that money shawty, it don't make no sense
I aint even on the block but I swear all this shit legit
Fuck that shit, back to poppin shit
Yeah you know wassup with me
You know how I'm coming
No, these **** cannot fuck with me
Glizzy like to sing, and when he do, he singing Jodeci
**** can't compare to a **** lyrical potency
I been bringing in more money than some **** twice my age
Two things that I learned: a bird a bird, and haters gonna hate
Vow to stay the same, until I meet the lord at Heaven's gates
I been getting money, I don't have the time to fornicate
But I would take some head, and count some bread
But then you gotta skate
Never quit and give it all you got, I swear thats all it takes
Mama told me life gone make you bend, but dont you ever break
Love and drugs nowadays'll kill you, all that shit be fake
This is how I'm coming ****
This is how I'm coming hoe
This for all the times we ain't have no money, when we hit the store
This for every pinky promise made, I swear I got you though
This for seeing mama crying, that shit did sumn to me bro
This for all my homies dead and gone, but they still with me though
This for all the hoes who tried a ****, tryna give me throat
This for **** who aint throw a raft when I fell off the boat
This for all your favorite rappers, brought the stool and brought the rope
I'm on the attack
And I'm back with a vengeance
All these **** whack
And some undercover bitches
Can't go out like no sack
Won't take me out like an appendix
Aiming for yo hat
Then ask the lord for some forgiveness
Roll you in a pack
Won't put you out, until I'm finished
I come from a city
Where you better mind yo business
Come and get yo gnat
She been begging for attention
You know where I'm at
In the 706 and
Tell me who really is fucking with me
Better be Ferro, my **** JP
Te 2 times, Noah, Corey
Other than that, you aint talking bout shit
Really disguised, ima sinister ****
You cross me, then ima get rid of you ****
I put that on me, I ain't fibbing my ****
The city is mine, like I'm Jigga my ****
Told all of my ****, that we out here like a catapult
And I got the cure for all these ****, I'm the antidote
Feeling just like Drizzy, in the 6, I'm running with my woes
Never switch and never change, I vow to never sell my soul
On God
Straight up
B Jet
JetDreams
Written by: Bryce Adair
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