Jacob Faller - The Basics (Freestyle) lyrics

She got that... a** shakin' a** flaking off my last blunt The cash making get you anything that a** want Act patient, you gone get it when your chance come Cause the way I kick it make em swear I'm Jackie Chan's son f** with me, send the text when your man come She gon' throw it back because she on my dick and some Maam, I'm not handsome but I'll make you feel some type of way Rain, snow, night or day I'm just a couple lights away, uh I'm doing 80 in a 45; You probably hate me its crazy how time is flowing by But acting shady to play me just wasn't gonna fly Give it a couple months, then maybe well go another try, uh They say you live and you learn, well I learned The only thing I deserve is my turn With the given amount, of marijuana I burn If I die throw a blunt in the casket or my urn I'm a bad mothaf**a, your b**h she could get it No kiddin', Baby Jay my whip game exquisite Not to mention I'm far from the competition Stop and listen, these bars I spit enough to lock a prison Binocular vision, couldn't knock me if I'm off the hinges Got so much THC in me I could block syringes Don't tease me, if it's easy probably couldn't please me I need a beezy that at least could roll a decent bleezy Turn on the TV, download me on a empty CD And play it back when I'm gone and you no longer see me Who would've known Baby Jay could rock a microphone Man them nights alone had me getting faded writing songs A young man, getting money been the one plan Ima keep spitting till my mothaf**in' lungs can't And if you sleeping on me that's a lane switch When you speaking on me make sure that you say my name b**h Cominh up in this world I was a 90's baby And I ain't ever gave f** it's just the way they raised me How could you blame me? California till I'm pushing daisies How could you hate me when the car you in is from the 80's sh** is crazy knew I'd make it way before they played me Ignoring ladies, I only need em when I'm snoring lately Swore you hate me till them doors went up a hundred 80 Explore the maybes, I don't even think the Lord could save me I'm about to hit the gas till the pedal break Let the weed pa**, this life fast but I'm leveled straight Working two jobs to meet them ends that you never make It's funny how it goes cold world but the weather's great Play it twice and think about it man, I got it sold I was told always count my money before my wallet fold Keep it at the top, hoes on the bottom row Only 3 words I ever tell her is I gotta go Just remember, when you hear the name we're nowhere near the same Give a f** about the fame just here to do my thing Turn up, I got a blunt a bottle and somebodies b**h Told you she was working, she was checking outta lobby 6 Probably pissed, I give a f** she told me I'll be missed Cop me on a disc and let it play until you copied this