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J Real
(Verse 1)

Yeah...
Get out my face, get out my ear
Get out my lane, get out my chair
Get up out my space 'fore you get too near
And you in

tryna live life like Casper
Hop in a ghost and be friendly to all of my fans
I came from the mud and they still do me dirty
I show em no mercy by getting

my time
No I ain't ever been convicted of a crime
I'm turnt the fuck up bitch, I'm in my prime

Whole lot of white collar crime and I'm lit with it, first time I did a drive by I hit his nigga
Every time I hop in the scat I be hitting it
Say he

a fix it
Ain't no biscuit, but the homie got a clique lit
Ain't no blick yet, but your bitch wet
She in awe
And that's a milly to dream
A lot I gotta

Telling me that I'm gon' break
Lemme just say
Fuck out my way lemme meditate
Alla these thoughts going up in my brain
I just wanna drive, I just wanna stack

corner tells a story
Every wall looks like a shrine
Turning violence into glory
Turning bravery into crime
Blood stained pavement in the morning
Police

Stop bringing me what you think I need
And start bringing me more money
I need more
Don't talk like I owe you shit
Human nature playing in the back

thinking it's minus
I call her my queen she bow down to her highness
I'm better by myself yeah that's what I decided
It seems in Ohio everybody divided.

and stacking this grip
I be lit good smoke everyday digest
Obsessed wit success ion settle for less
STLOUIS till im dead in the dirt
Ucity bred and born been

fire-brand, lit up with the gas can
He's dope, the king of the bad men, but the ladies love him like drugs on the weekends though

They fear his ways, he's in

juice, every fight, every line, every crime, get loose, for the night
Every booth, every stu, clique up, with every crew
Every truth, every lie, gets lit

the track it's a crime scene murder
Word to the Plan the gangsta reformed
In his right hand, the mic stand perform!
If I produce this one would you help me

The way I feel will impale it while I'm pale lit
Rain and hail is falling the same way
My brain is the same way my pain is
His crimes are heinous all

I'm rolling with Marcus Noble/
I'm super charged in the turbo, loony toony abnormal/
Parted powder I'm lit, clothespin plug shut the blue nose/
I'm

shit on beats, I can't quite sing (I can't sing)
Niggas see me, yeah, I'm standing in the high beams
In Celine, call for help, it's a crime scene
They

Or take your own
Medicine it will go far for healing
Radical existence, energy we swim in
Salmon by the bangka
She scream, "Makibaka!"
March like

When I show up the party's going
I don't know why I showed up to this
I'm 19, I'm still young
So I told myself no getting lit
But my adrenaline is

When I show up the party's going
I don't know why I showed up to this
I'm 19, I'm still young
So I told myself no getting lit
But my adrenaline is

your pride aside

I'm a real one so of course i am your type
When i got money coming in i feel just fine
I'm a bend her over, she gon feel it in her

I get lit by all any means they know there is no ending me

If yo mind ain't on a check bitch dats how you get wrecked
Mind your fucking business lil

a hate crime
Bet you can't take mine
Shining so bright like its daytime
Got my foot on the gas
My foot in yo ass shit look like a brake sign
I'm never gon'

on the blindspots
Shoot when my hands tied, No truce when shots fired
No clues to the crime spot, right time, wrong spot
Crew in the right spot, move when the lights

She said fireman get me wet 
What you want is what you get 
I don’t mean no disrespect 
Girl you got this fire lit
She so hot , but want a cool ass