(Intro: Ryan Jacket & *J.Update*)
Yo this track is so hard man, y'all are not ready. *Jacket chill out, chill out Jacket!* This sh** is so flame-it's fu-f**ing fire man, hardest sh** of 2016 off top. *Chill, chill-I don't know about that...* Let's get it!
(Verse 1: Ryan Jacket)
Hunnid band, hunnid band hunnid band
I don't really know how the f** Ima land-
But I can't, I'm the man, all you f**ers bland
So I'm here with this sh**, giving you a hand
Motherf**ers don't get where I f**ing stand-
With my fam, eating ham, wearing street brands
And I can't f**ing wait 'til I meet fans
Until then Ima ball cause I'm me man
I'm on some other sh**, you can't stop me
I've got a f**ing style you can't copy
I'm Ryan Jacket, b**h you so sloppy
And I'm gonna do this sh**-
Yeah just watch me, don't dodge me
b**h I'm going harder than a motherf**ing nazi-
With a damn mind full of gold you can not see
And my real friends know I'm sick and tired of all these parties
And besides I do not really f** with all these thotties
(Verse 2: J.Update)
They acting so sloppy, never think about a thotty-but bout to let my wings go
And I got all these words rushing to my brain and I'm about to go Super Saiyan-
So I have to channel it, or else I won't be able to handle it-
Turned in my bat for a gat, put 'em to rest, they need to relax, my mind is going so fast
It's a free for all: survival of the fittest-and I'm caught in the midst of it
Tryna flip bricks and get thick chicks-
Never had sauce, but now I got it
All of my clothes, I know how to rock 'em
Pull up on me, Ima sock 'em like a robot
Dodging opps and dodging thots
Pull up on the block with scotch on the rocks and your mom on my side
(Verse 3: Ryan Jacket)
I'm on some other sh**, you can't stop me
I've got a f**ing style you can't copy
I'm Ryan Jacket, b**h you so sloppy
And I'm gonna do this sh**-
Yeah, just watch me cop me bodies in front of yo f**ing shawty homie
Make a good impression and end up calling her mami homie
Call me "Mr. Jacket" when you at my f**ing doorstep
Wake me when there's about 100 bands up at my doorstep, the who*e slept-
On me back in my days when I was a bit overweight
I'm still pretty chubby but that's just because I overate
Searching LA streets for a chick a bit over 18
Maybe come and help me chase my motherf**ing dream
(Verse 4: J.Update)
Future looking bright with 100 bands, gonna be making so much money it's oozing out my glands
Laid up with the ice, gotta wear the TNF so I look better than the rest-
Flex-and be the best. I like the racks, I don't spend it on them smoke packs
Go harder than a druggy on crack to the max
Ho up in my face, b**h get out of my way
Don't care about what I say, I'm making bank getting payed-living in LA
Do it my way, day to f**ing day
Came up from having bad grades, what can I say?