What Being Jaded Does

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(Hook x2) 
WHO THE F*CK YOU THOUGHT IT WAS 
I knew I was gon make it before the buzz 
F*ck yo business plans and plots I don't need a plug!
I'm in it to kill it, I don't need ya love, thats what bein jaded does 

(Verse 1) 
My first set had me too lit 
I was nervous, (damn) real shit
Is the intro too long? Should I do another song 
Then The homie told me just spit and kill shit 

So I took a couple shots, liquid confidence 
Give it all I got till I saw necropolis 
Pictured what I want, manifest the grip 
Then I looked at Sire and said nigga watch this 

Killed shit, spit harder than asphalt 
You almost had a heart attack? My fault 
You don't want your money back? Who charged? 
Do work, get turnt, nigga that's all 

One show, got me on a new level wow
Next one, Imma need a gold medal now
It's begun, spit that crack, speed in your pedal now 
You on that fake boy shit, Gipetto style 

What's next, who's up at bat? This zone's for flexin,
don't show me ya back Cause I might test it,
rappin out the ass That's why u bested 
Nigga u lookin well rested 

You been sleep for a minute, time to wake up 
Adrenaline and head rush, whatchu make of us 
Current Law muthafucka diamond in the rough
Reppin Brimdog till the iron in my blood rust 

No time for the weak and the fake 
No time to be smilin at snakes 
No time to be cryin and whinin 
You wanna f*ck with me? My nigga it's too late 

(Hook) 

(Verse 2: cnrboy) 
Better know who it is, it's the man from the 4 
F*ck with me and get ghost 
I'm doing the most for my bro's, you doing the most for these hoes and we shining like gold 

I'm about to Gohan, young god, in the belly of the beast
Taking off, never had a boss with this shit
Don't wanna act hard against my clique 
My big brother Jim have you 6 feet under, real SHIT 

Spit that I'll shit, make you wanna kill shit, purge 
Make me wanna light up my herb
Crazy hoes nothing but birds, swerve
Still jaded rocking j's (skirt) 

Recognize the wave, make you wanna surf
Young Kelly slate on stage with your girl
I never gave a f*ck, invested to take the world
Finessing till I can't move, till I'm in the dirt like kobain

(Verse 3) 
I'm a hypocrite, but I'm not a Christian
My hippocampus don't work, I don't remember my religion 
All I know is the jeans on me, the g's n homies, the letters in my alphabet soup spell out my decisions 

I can't think for myself so I let culture do it 
I see the current law, you say f*ck it, I listen to it 
A mind to speak for myself, I'm missing to it 
I rap for fame, word to Jon and Jim I'm gonna be purged with the rest of the flock of the foolish 

I bet now you're asking""who is this spittin this lie detector pass"" 
Cause word to mister elec-yamakuh I am my own polygraph 

But this isn't the nas-t-O-rrential that you know
On this track he's been possessed by the ones you say are next to blow, reppin for the life that's all too familiarly low 
Is this too real to be on a hype track? Ion' know 
But what I do, will have yo tiny boxed in little mind blown 
And that's fosho

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