J-Swift - Pa**ing Me By (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] Born to be that n***a, n***a hate me more, winnin' makes me more Dollars make me smile, wanderin' in and out these stores I done put the work in, got to pay me now Hip-hop let me down n***as stole my style, still hold my title, n***a Ferragamo shades, all I know is pain, Vera Wang Alexander M-C, at your queen, players never change Seven chains, hit whatever range, slim vanilla frame Victory feels heavenly, for that I'll go through hell again n***as turnin' groupie, want the glow so bad Pockets full of linen, broken dreams is all you had Talkin' big sh** 'bout your dad, got emotions like a b**h Lyin' your cubics off with a Pinocchio click More than a thousand lines for pickin' Give me a moment, I'll deliver Take a trip through South Jamaica, never seen a frozen n***a Doper than all of y'all, combine the heat in this nationwide You lost your motherf**in' pride, ain't got no stripes This M.O.B for life if you ain't got winnin' in your eyes It's too many d**, all the deception in your brain I'm gettin' love, you came to see, I'm M.V.P I 3D up the room, Franklins 'round the clock, won't stop This is for the block, nice to know you You ain't no goon, go get a job A pack of somethin', steal and rob You kissin' a** to feel involved I'll get you sawed, won't look my way, runnin' your fingers off Everybody green, no grape, ay, day-dreamin' 'bout this paper Hear it callin', I envision yellow women by the layer Now the most anticipated, I was the underrated I'm your favorite rapper's favorite, my ways are super player But still I stand right here I reek of O.G. pink rosé and Blue Chanel I made a promise to my people, give 'em hell until I die So pick one out of your care, you can't All the money in the world won't get you stamped I'm (?), hard times ain't gonna last forever sh**, somethin' got to give, it's better on the other side, huh? Build me a dollar bridge, plea, God bless my momma, kids Send me all they problems, I'll be fine with this Move Bentley and time, heavy's my mind I twist You ever touch my section, saw me representin' My words so real they resurrect me when I'm gone, I bless 'em Hit minus, won't meet up and do it, won't be no protection The reaper got big room for dummies You ain't gettin' no f**in' money