LIL J

Lyrics

(Intro): Ahhhhh Agh Grievance Air it out like laundry Imma air this dirty laundry (Hook): Boy you're "Lil J" Watching how you step, makes me crease You just a little man Talking all this rah, rah, in this sport You got no jumpman Talking ego metrics, but I psyched you Kunta Kinte Never say you kindred, but your soul is blacker (Post-Hook): Let's get evens, Whilst you acting odder on dem WhatsApps What's with that? I thought you liked our records, there is no honour Black force energy, You wearing out my soul Black force energy, Oh now you hate my tone (Verse 1): Do I need some je ne sais for ya'? Sacré blеu, Allez-En regard, On fencе from ya You be talking "Selfmade"! Brand your self on bull-hay Guess your weak ass made your self abomination Never trusted your ass from the start Saw the future from months prior Stem from Summer 24' before masks off You the type of the nigga that be fucking up the industry Sick of it, Another Epidemic of disloyal energy You the type of nigga to make fallouts viral Fresh and fit to all the bullshit, We no Myrons Moronic vibes, Still Wan' tax me up Seven Percents Faded, that is what he is, Come and govern up your mans (Hook): Boy you're "Lil J" Watching how you step, makes me crease You just a little man Talking all this rah, rah, in this sport You got no jumpman Talking ego metrics, but I psyched you Kunta Kinte Never say you kindred, but your soul is blacker (Post-Hook): Let's get evens, Whilst you acting odder on dem WhatsApps What's with that? I thought you liked our records, there is no honour Black force energy, You wearing out my soul Black force energy, Oh now you hate my tone (Verse 2): Talking all of this disrespect You thinking that it's cool though Don't gaslight man, You'll get me fired up to Plutos We are just in two different head spaces Don't chat, better move though Hopscotching cards dealt from us, Reverse unos Kept my poker face, poker face too long, Now I'm Gaga Tryna say I'm a baby, Now it is my turn to Pamper Milking it Painting me out as a monster Warned you nigga, Do not let it out Cause it's be hiding in a dungeon Golden time to speak, 'pplying pressure Making diamonds with a Sapphire Are we crystal clear on that part? Since we talking numbers Number One, don't fuck with me Number Two, don't bluffin' Number Three, ....Cause I'm done with you (Hook): X2 Boy you're "Lil J" Watching how you step, makes me crease You just a little man Talking all this rah, rah, in this sport You got no jumpman Talking ego metrics, but I psyched you Kunta Kinte Never say you kindred, but your soul is blacker (Post-Hook): Let's get evens, Whilst you acting odder on dem WhatsApps What's with that? I thought you liked our records, there is no honour Black force energy, You wearing out my soul Black force energy, Oh now you hate my tone (Outro): Fuck a sing-song, this a nigga diss song Fuck a sing-song, nigga this a diss song Do not fuck with a hustler you been wrong Do not fuck with a hustler cause you owe