Its your boy jet im ah about to put these lyrics down like a test
[Chorus:]
I ain't feeling them
I ain't feeling them
No i ain't feeling them
Jet be k**in em
I ain't feeling them
I ain't feeling them
Jet be k**in em
I be k**in em
[Jet-westVerse 1:]
Im in my hometown, yeah im holding it down form these posers and half rap clowns
Running at the mouth you need to settle down, before fight like drake and chris brown
Yall must be stupid bragging about money
Im a rapper and a singer and i thinks it kinda funny
So feel free to hate my lyrics, and im going snatching your date cause your pickup lines is useless, behind my back you act like you the man i look you up on facebook you got zero friends
I must tha hit cuz people calling out my name, i think its kindda lame
Im writing dope lines to make sacrifices
You be complaing about jacket prices
So what if i make dimes from nine to five
But you the first to catch my concert live,talking smack settle litte boy before you get and slap
Rappers in the streets, think they compete with me
I leave wondering witch way to go, everytime im on stage the light shine a little bright since my girl there ill be okay
They outmatch when it comes me
And my sk**s leave them blind dont you see
[Jet-westVerse 2:]
Yeah I know that's what they all say
I got a big ego like childish gamebino
Keep it clean for the lil kids looking t-pain and reno
Since we hit bigh we playin at las vagas casinos we hide in the crowd you can't see me though
Saying im wack please n***a look in the mirror
And take your diss back you just mad cause i state the Obvious fact
I never started a war but im going end you for sure, the n***a spoiled
Beat him up, i got him scared so he soiled i out rap him
Shoulda seen his head boiled im leave you wit this im like family royal
Chrous:
I ain't feeling them
I ain't feeling them
No i ain't feeling them
Jet be k**ing then
Yeah i be k**ing them