Jahlil Beats - It's You lyrics

[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?