Jacob Lethal Beats - Mission lyrics

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Jacob Lethal Beats - Mission lyrics

I be on a mission I be on a mission I be on a mission I be on the goooo I be on a mission Catch me 'fore you miss me On my want to get it don't be mad you can't get me Yea I be on a mission I be on a mission I be on the go I be on my way want these views gigante Smokin mota spittin bars muy caliente f** around here may not come back If I leave here may not come back Surrounded by the snakes what's it take get off my back They ain't even made it tryna hit you with the come back Yea, Ain't nobody serious, nobody now Bet they find a 9-5 and just put it down I be 95 still puttin it down Be the only one left when I look around I be goin up ain't no lookin down If you ever bumped me homie then good lookin out Your teeth movin but your feet ain't Why you talkin we ain't We keep it marchin D day I run it by the time I turned 20 need a knee brace Hit the game so hard when I come up that you can't see straight Yea I never been the one to give it up and quit tho Rather take the L from the jump and jump out the window In a crew so legit I can't trust a b**h tho In my own lane I can't switch yo I be on a mission (CHORUS) Came from the bottom barely got up Left my hands empty cause I wouldn't sell that product Got up in the booth makin moves got my stock up Slid behind boards for side money and guapa Now it's all me yea I'm all alone Anybody in my way you just gotta go f** I know about this ? I know all about this Swimming in deep water that'll make you drown quick I ain't ever been a b**h I ain't ever been a snake I ain't ever one to switch, I ain't ever been afraid I just know, when I make it then my homies straight On my soul, so many different but ain't think they change But it shows, at my shows rockin with like 20 there Same shoes since junior year, back then when kids had like 20 pairs Stayin where it's not sunny here And no one around really f**in cares I could prolly make a k**er scared I could prolly makin a k**in here 50/50 split it I could still win it all When I ball, then it's on, money long, hundred yards Cause right now I'm in foul territory, money gone But soon I be in the elevator takin off on a mission