Stalley - Jean Jacket lyrics

[Intro] In this b**h freakin’ this Mild You know how I get it [Hook] In the booth in this jean jacket (jean jacket) sh** feelin’ like a straight jacket (straight jacket) Going crazy from the madness (yeah) Tryna appeal to the ma**es (ma**es) Artists nowadays is new slaves (New slaves) Tryna appeal to the masters (Masters) Tap dancin’ to get a check Who can run to it faster (Faster) Labels puttin’ labels on me (Labels on me) Haters still hatin’ on me (Hatin’ on me) But I gotta make a way (Make a way) Cause my fans been waitin’ on me (Waitin’ on me) And they don’t understand all the politics (Politics) Got me stressin’ but they don’t even acknowledge it (Acknowledge it) Just wanna fill my brain with a hollow tip (Hollow tip) Got a n***a mind on some suicidal sh** [Verse 1] The devil workin’, his demons lurkin’ Distractin’ me from my purpose (purpose) I admit I been a little off Fell back, been a little lost Needed time off just to find myself Found myself was the real wealth (real wealth) All this gold sittin’ on the shelf (shelf) But I’d rather wear it on my neck (my neck) Industry want me to change (change) But I’d rather wear my respect All these thoughts I be battlin’ Codeine in my abdomen (Abdomen) Pickin’ up habits from my addict friends (Addict friends) Another victim to the peer pressure (Peer pressure) Wonder if God see me any lesser With this whole pint sittin’ on the dresser They say life come at you fast (Fast) But lately its lookin’ real slow They say this high make you feel good (Good) But lately its feelin’ real low (Real low) Tryna find ways to deal with the depression, confession My own self blockin’ my progression Distracted I blocked my own blessings (life lessons) Worry ‘bout yourself f** the rest of them [Hook] In the booth in this jean jacket (Jean jacket) sh** feelin’ like a straight jacket (Straight jacket) Going crazy from the madness (Yeah) Tryna appeal to the ma**es (Ma**es) Artists nowadays is new slaves (New slaves) Tryna appeal to the masters (Masters) Tap dancin’ to get a check Who can run to it faster (Faster) Labels puttin’ labels on me (Labels on me) Haters still hatin’ on me (Hatin’ on me) But I gotta make a way (Make a way) Cause my fans been waitin’ on me (Waitin’ on me) And they don’t understand all the politics (Politics) Got me stressin’ but they don’t even acknowledge it (Acknowledge it) Just wanna fill my brain with a hollow tip (Hollow tip) Got a n***a mind on some suicidal sh** [Verse 2] n***a, I’m so dope (so dope) B.C.G. mogul (mogul) Built it from the soil Being myself on these records (records) That’s what made Ross hit my phone (Phone) That’s what got me a new home (Home) Went and got the Ghost two-tone (Tone) And I drive that b**h reckless (Yeah yeah) Drophead for the hecklers (Hecklers) Middle finger, get the message (f** n***as) Not Melle Mel, but I’m hip hop (Hip hop) Chuck D with a gold watch (Gold watch) D-Boy move the whole block Destroy and rebuild (Build) You dig me like a hole in the field (field) Six feet when I go for the k** Give’m the tip like it come with the bill (Bill) B.C.G. logo right over the bill (First thing) When you get money what the hell is a mil (Mil) Potbelly papi I ain’t missin’ a meal (Yeah) Aiesha got the cookbook, no curry My kids livin’ good now, no worry Cleared all the clouds out, no flurries Cleared all the clowns out, back sturdy (get out) [Hook] In the booth in this jean jacket (Jean jacket) sh** feelin’ like a straight jacket (Straight jacket) Going crazy from the madness (Yeah) Tryna appeal to the ma**es (Ma**es) Artists nowadays is new slaves (New slaves) Tryna appeal to the masters (Masters) Tap dancin’ to get a check Who can run to it faster (Faster) Labels puttin’ labels on me (Labels on me) Haters still hatin’ on me (Hatin’ on me) But I gotta make a way (Make a way) Cause my fans been waitin’ on me (Waitin’ on me) And they don’t understand all the politics (Politics) Got me stressin’ but they don’t even acknowledge it (Acknowledge it) Just wanna fill my brain with a hollow tip (Hollow tip) Got a n***a mind on some suicidal sh** [Outro] 45 on my back now, that jersey