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Ooooh
They ain't ready for us Justin
Tell them what we finna' do
Yeah we finna' go up
Watch me do my thing
See I don't play those games
Best stay in

Had the same dream since eighty two I ain’t jealous of you or your boys crew
Wanna get my shit and bounce on boo
Not trying to lie i spit the fucking

scrounging, sayin', "Justin, I'm down!"
It's too late, I don't need you by side
I'm getting money and fame, now you all wanna come for the ride?
Enough of you

or Chanel
Baby what do you want I can't even fucking tell
You know I'm always lifted you can tell by the smell
(Yeah)
Double up my cup so I can move just like

those who may not know who I am
I go by the name of J.Means, J, or Justin Means...
I think this one for the ladies

You can get anything tonight 
Cause

the couch
I ain't the type, to type a threat up, I won't make one either (naa)
His Drac won't make it to this shoot, I'm on like Justin Bieber
I can do this

stop actin' slow when I know you fast
My pockets hefty, they like mid, boy, I know you trash
I'm in the Raq like Justin Fields, so you can't get no pass

move just to make room
Sending me post from Justin Laboy
I'm helping my sister and her little boys
Basically what's going on is you stuck in the media

Shout out to the homie Justin, uh, Brodie keep the smith and wesson, uh
Tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk, oh
I've been in here restin', shit, I been in here

fucking mad
Hailee dump Justin he listen do sad
Kids with perms are not rad
“Cambree hot” stop the cap
Come home from school, I take a nap
Mrs. Henrie bad

a pedal
Clip had 30, I let out several, watch how I rock out with this metal

Call me the flu cause I take em down, big bad never gon' hit a drought
She

Shit comes to an end
Note that
Not for your concern
Plain like A$AP Ferg
Back then i used to struggle trynna make it here
Possessed by evil demons bitch

no wheels nigga
That's a thundercat
KD in my lungs
I'm smoking thunder pack
Boys get behind me nigga
I'll never rat
I turn lemons into dimes
I'm not

broke and the system shut you down
By all means hustle for pay
I ain't a bad man
But I represent all the frustrated youth
That are stuck in their ways

skies
I'm in Cali Calabasas poppin molly with a bad bitch
Then I went to Bali cause my stacks are like Richie Rich
Super fly like Gucci Mane wake up in

bitches, they mad
I walk in the bank and I laugh
I flex on that boy with the bag
Des restes de Playboi dans mon texte
On fait pas d'skateboard
Mais on se

Darktro
Turn my headphones up Justin 

Look, i'm what the game is missing
And even if i'm not, best believe i'll make a difference
This about more

us, Oh yes
They know Bman be that nigga that they can't fuck with, On Justin
Bet she gon' shake that ass for me and all my potnas, Most Def
And I'ma

stand up
Move by the waist, hands up
I know what you want, handcuff
Busy right now, can't talk
7am, let me out
She won't let me out
Like Justin o tun

What's the matter with you, boy
They won't let me go no black ops
They say I'm too little
And no one ever lets you do anything when you're too little

you come back, I'm no longer by your
Side
Bitches can cheat and say they got the win, but the next gon' catch a couple like the FNN
You like the Dwayne,

lovin' here today

Nona Gaye:
Oh my father, father
We don't need to escalate

Backstreet Boys (Brian):
You see war is not the answer

Nona Gaye

stressing
Got a bad bitch at the crib undressing
Muddy cup be so refreshing

And thats, Cole, balantzin on the beat (My cousin)
Pass the, pole, we finna do

I'm recordin' that shit on
The fuckin' little mic
By the little camera thing on
The fuckin' Mac book
So this shit is choppy and bad quality
But fuck