[ Hook ]
I said that I'ma ride for my motherf**in' n***as
Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I been grinding all day, boy I'm trying to get richer
Billionaire living, let me paint a vivid picture
b**h I'm still that n***a (Yeah)
Hoe, I'm still that n***a (b**h)
Yeah, I'm still that n***a (Hoe)
Better look close and realize that I'm still that n***a boy
( Verse 1 )
I been that n***a, I always win n***a
Haunt these rappers dreams like a team of boogeymen n***a
Get that p**y wet, enjoy the cascade
These n***as claim they real but it is simply just a masquerade
When you mentioning the best my name should be brought up
If you ain't up to speed let me get you caught up
Blow so much smoke that sh** be looking like some saw dust
I'm hotter than Texas weather in late August
A song a day keeps my bars in shape
Feed me rappers, feed me beats
Just stack 'em on my plate
It's Jay F. Tae, the F is not for fake
If I jump inside her puddle, I'ma turn it to a lake
Break down the cigarillo
Stuff it full of white widow
Trying to find a bad b**h so I can stick it in her middle
Got the game sewed up, p**y n***a check the thread count
Commit homicide with these words, check the k** count
You should know by now that ain't nobody stopping this
Fyi, I get more brain than a neurologist
Wrist shining, yeah it's looking like Metropolis
I right wrongs but don't claim that I'm a novelist
[ Hook ]
I said that I'ma ride for my motherf**in' n***as
Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I been grinding all day, boy I'm trying to get richer
Billionaire living, let me paint a vivid picture
b**h I'm still that n***a (Yeah)
Hoe, I'm still that n***a (b**h)
Yeah, I'm still that n***a (Hoe)
Better look close and realize that I'm still that n***a boy
( Verse 2 )
If you got what I got, you would feel how I feel
Got that nickel-plated steel
So you better guard your grill
I'm a crazy a** n***a that will take on a whole army
Risk-taker, daredevil, stunting, living largely
Am I worried, hardly
I k** these rappers harshly
My pockets looking fat but yo' money looking sparsely
Riding by myself smoking on that sour diesel
There is no equivalent so do not claim to be my equal
I'm faded, I'm gone
I'm f**ed up, I'm on
I'm in my zone so leave me alone
That gun got a hair-trigger, give yo' a** a crew cut
Bands a make her dance, and turn into a true s*ut
It's Jay F. Tae, and the F is for fried
If they ain't tell you I'm the sh** then them motherf**er's lied
[ Hook ]
I said that I'ma ride for my motherf**in' n***as
Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
I been grinding all day, boy I'm trying to get richer
I got that gun drawn, let me paint a vivid picture
Yeah I'm still that n***a (D5)
Yeah I'm still that n***a (Hoe)
Yeah, I'm still that n***a (b**h)
Until the day I die I'ma always be that n***a boy