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WAITTT!!!

 

Oh my God bitch, He we go again

Another Lazy mothafucker, With they Lazy fuckin friends

Fuckin Indrusty plant niggas, Stay dick hopping on trends

All that talk, no spine, nigga, stand on what you said

Got a whole lotta opinions, put a price tag on your head

Everybody actin' tough until the room fill up with threats

Now you lookin' at the floor, tryna recollect your breath

I don't care get offended bitch, I stand on what I said

Bitch, I'm sick of these excuses, sick of hearin' all the lies

Everybody want the credit, ain't nobody wanna try

Yall be switchin' up your colors, got no morals, got no pride

Then get mad when I expose you, tell me I'm the one outta line

Bitch, I'm drawin' lines in the sand, yall just cross 'em for a mention

Got your whole career on life support, still beggin' for attention

You confuse a little buzz with having actual ascension

You got followers, not leaders, that's a crucial intervention

 

They say "Jay you outta line!"

Good, Cuz I meant that shit

Talkin like you run the game, you ain't made one hit

All that dick riding for a trend, nigga you can keep that shit

Everybody got a mask, I'm just the one that rips it

They say "Jay you do too much!"

Bitch, I barely did a bit

Yall been eating off the scraps, now you actin' like you rich

Yall say I'm "out of line", As if I'm supposed to give a fuck

If the truth gon' make you mad, then don't bring that shit up

 

You been switching up your image, every season, every fit

I'm consistent with the pressure, you consistent with the switch

You keep talkin' 'bout the game, but you ain't never had a grip

You got industry connections, but can't connect with your own shit

All that tough talk on the net, in person you don't say shit

You got skeletons for days, I got a shovel and a list

You want credit for the wave, but you ain't contribute shit

Got a mouth full of opinions, ain't got backbone to commit

You been gambling with your name, now you losing every chip

Put your pride up on the table, watch me take you for a trip

Honestly I'm tired of all the sorry ass fake ass cliques

Yall got big ass appetites, but ain't got the guts to risk

Yall keep asking for the sauce, then get mad when it's too rich

Yall want everybody's recipe, but can't season your own dish

They keep saying I'm too much, like I need to tone the shit

You can draw a line around me, I was born to cross that bitch

 

They say "Jay you outta line!"

Good, Cuz I meant that shit

Talkin like you run the game, you ain't made one hit

All that dick riding for a trend, nigga you can keep that shit

Everybody got a mask, I'm just the one that rips it

They say "Jay you do too much!"

Bitch, I barely did a bit

Yall been eating off the scraps, now you actin' like you rich

Yall say I'm "out of line", As if I'm supposed to give a fuck

If the truth gon' make you mad, then don't bring that shit up

 

Oh no, I'm sorry, done fucked up ya party

Not my fault, I couldn't help it, ya shit was just too boring

DJ playin' hot garbage, even garbage look exhausted

The whole function got a pulse, but the vibe is fucking coffin

Walked in, killed the mood, now the room need a mortician

Your playlist got amnesia, every song forgot its mission

Your bartender served me ass, I sent the glass back to the kitchen

Even Satan checked the guest list, said, "These niggas need permission"

Your confetti hit the floor, even that shit looked disappointed

Your pinata filed a grievance, said the party was exploitative

Your champagne went flat, now the bubbles feeling unemployed

And your ice cubes hit the bottom like they couldn't stand the noise

You said this was your night, why the fuck you looking sick?

Got your name up on the banner, but nobody gives a shit

I'm the plus one from hell, put the "extra" in the mix

You can kick me off the guest list, still can't kick me off your lips

 

They say "Jay you outta line!"

Good, Cuz I meant that shit

Talkin like you run the game, you ain't made one hit

All that dick riding for a trend, nigga you can keep that shit

Everybody got a mask, I'm just the one that rips it

They say "Jay you do too much!"

Bitch, I barely did a bit

Yall been eating off the scraps, now you actin' like you rich

Yall say I'm "out of line", As if I'm supposed to give a fuck

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Stop.