[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
I go by the name of Jae Millz
Just a kid from Harlem, New York City
That's it, it's really here
[Verse 1]
I'm a fatherless child in this world, livin', just chillin'
Spittin', this verse from my iPhone just written
My lyrics get more potent the older I'm gettin'
Young n***as like, "What can I give 'em?" I'm like, "Wisdom"
Ugh, not to mention some dope a** music
You can play when you're getting dressed (mean)
It's like I make theme music for getting fresh
Smoke medicated every day, f** a cigarette
You would think I was Mike's son, I got all the Jords
Sneaker boxes galore, my closet having storage wars
Somebody tell A&E they could come record
I looked in the world's mirror and asked, "Who was the dopest you ever saw?"
And it said
[Verse 2]
I'm a fatherless child in this world livin', still chillin'
Still tryin' to remain s**er free and get this chicken
My new Sedan hard like MOP, pause
And it's still MOP, yeah, money over pigeons
Ain't no oil on my marble floors, baby, I ain't slippin'
I ain't Tyson and you damn sure ain't Givens
But my birthday in this year in Houston, I was double cup liftin'
Throbe on, that's disrespectful to the pimp' if I wasn't sippin'
That's just G sh**, f** a rap song
Ask Bun if you think I'm just putting words in rap form
My slime, Wayne, gave me a chance and a platform
Now my town hype 'cause a fool is what I act for
Yeah, Yankee fitted, low cut
Spent mo' money on my belt than the jeans they holdin' up
Left my ex down in the dust, I don't care how she holdin' up
She went from a beamer to a bus, so who's the real a**hole?