Jay IDK - Dirty Scale (Jay) lyrics

[Hook: Jay IDK] I cop an O from O, I break it down at home I sell a J to Chris, a couple more to Mo And when it's almost done, I take a few to the dome And send a text from my phone And then I re-up, re-up [Verse 1: Jay IDK] I ain't sellin' it to make a livin' I'm just sellin' it to make some music Understand me when I tell you that this industry lives off the root of evil You ain't got it then your a** is useless I guess I sold my soul, for the only thing that can cure my soul And k** the cancer living in people's earlobes On channel 5, too, all I see is fly dudes Rapping 'bout money, hoes, more hoes, and nice shoes It's cool because I'm creating some substance Fueled by all this money that I'm makin' when I'm hustlin' The substance, a**umptions are made when they think That I get paid from the raps that I write When it's really from the haze, blaze A little bit of cannabis after the fact After I've sold the last of the pack New clothes and shoes isn't what I'm investing in to I'm sellin' to make my dreams a reality When I wake up from this snooze [Hook: Jay IDK]X2 I cop an O from O, I break it down at home I sell a J to Chris, a couple more to Mo And when it's almost done, I take a few to the dome And send a text from my phone And then I re-up, re-up [Verse 2: Jay IDK] Said I ain't sellin' it to make a livin' I'm just sellin' it to pay for promotion In hopes that you would listen Most rappers make it off major connects and cosigns But my success is based off consistency in this low grime So every time you grind the purple you cop from me Just know that you the reason for my video money No label paid for me, I paved the way for me Tradin' dimes for recordin' time And tre fives for mo' beats, exclusives ain't cheap But thank God for Jab and Scott Hutch heat See that just took off half the risk that I'm taking Cause all this money I'm makin' is goin' to makin' My music sound like major labels made it Though, I hate it, it won't stop me from slavin' Cause this sh** you callin' rap is really mine for the takin' All I see is black and white, no in between like I'm racist If I can't be on your playlist, I would rather be with Satan [Hook: Jay IDK]X2 I cop an O from O, I break it down at home I sell a J to Chris, a couple more to Mo And when it's almost done, I take a few to the dome And send a text from my phone And then I re-up, re-up [Outro] Ay, lil n***a All that sellin' weed sh** ain't gon' get you paid You need to step your motherf**in' game up