[Intro: J1 The God]
Yeah, J1 the god, Contragang
Don Will what up!
Oh yeah
[Verse: J1 The God]
When I deliver the [?], it's like calligraphy notes
Feel like it's time to facilitate the facility on my own (Oh yeah)
Digging the crates like I'm in Sierra leone
I think I'm one of the greats 'cause I'm in a class of my own
Like I'm alone in the flight
Fill up, will I get some dome
Feel like...
You should call me Patron 'cause I call the shots
Nigga, big Willy Wonka
I'm from the block where they build niggas stronger (Tell em what's up, nigga)
This ain't for nobody who owe niggas money (Tell em what's up, nigga)
This ain't for niggas that turn bitches to dummies (Nah, nigga)
If she don't get nothing, she got energy from it
Take a nobody like you and turn em to something
God's grace (Praise to God)
Face to the floor, your flaws get phased
What you're chasing is already yours
My melody pure, my lyrics for sure
This ain't just that [?] with gimmicks and corn
It's the I got spirit on chord, I stream through life (Get it right)
And Kemet driven of cause
'Cause this isn't life, this is light from darkness
You ain't even started living, I can forgive you
Stay winning, still inspired by the losses
Fresh kill on the menu, vineyards in the venue
What you know about? (What you know about?)
Meeeting your ends and then the circle continues
Do you still have it in you?
[Verse: Camo & J1 The God]
Listen up close and talk less
I got big dreams a life of success
Harder one falls is the tougher the one gets
I'm just tired up and dealing with stress
[?] living room fresh
How many suffocate their soul for success?
Used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less
As long as you feel safe enough to undress, I'm blessed
Any time that's left, celebrate my niggas, we're the last ones left
And the ones that left roll em up a fat one with the last one left
You feel me?
I'm the teardrop, formula to winning
And for so long had loads of an ambition
Had to go spar with one-on-one collisions
Now my dues paid, I'm ready for commission
We came one hell of a way to go back
I just want reparations for old Blacks
Ocean views and a bottle of cognac
Fresh out and it's nothing to go back
I'm the solution whenever it goes thick
While the most part I'm blowing with the wind
Stay in my lane, I'm dolo on this trip
And in whatever that I do, I'm through in it to win
I don't take measures, I just overdose
In a class of my own and so what?
Nobody knows
I just figured it out all of my haters, it's adios
On too many occasions [?] cutting it kinda close
Yeah, J1 the god, Contragang
Don Will what up!
Oh yeah
[Verse: J1 The God]
When I deliver the [?], it's like calligraphy notes
Feel like it's time to facilitate the facility on my own (Oh yeah)
Digging the crates like I'm in Sierra leone
I think I'm one of the greats 'cause I'm in a class of my own
Like I'm alone in the flight
Fill up, will I get some dome
Feel like...
You should call me Patron 'cause I call the shots
Nigga, big Willy Wonka
I'm from the block where they build niggas stronger (Tell em what's up, nigga)
This ain't for nobody who owe niggas money (Tell em what's up, nigga)
This ain't for niggas that turn bitches to dummies (Nah, nigga)
If she don't get nothing, she got energy from it
Take a nobody like you and turn em to something
God's grace (Praise to God)
Face to the floor, your flaws get phased
What you're chasing is already yours
My melody pure, my lyrics for sure
This ain't just that [?] with gimmicks and corn
It's the I got spirit on chord, I stream through life (Get it right)
And Kemet driven of cause
'Cause this isn't life, this is light from darkness
You ain't even started living, I can forgive you
Stay winning, still inspired by the losses
Fresh kill on the menu, vineyards in the venue
What you know about? (What you know about?)
Meeeting your ends and then the circle continues
Do you still have it in you?
[Verse: Camo & J1 The God]
Listen up close and talk less
I got big dreams a life of success
Harder one falls is the tougher the one gets
I'm just tired up and dealing with stress
[?] living room fresh
How many suffocate their soul for success?
Used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less
As long as you feel safe enough to undress, I'm blessed
Any time that's left, celebrate my niggas, we're the last ones left
And the ones that left roll em up a fat one with the last one left
You feel me?
I'm the teardrop, formula to winning
And for so long had loads of an ambition
Had to go spar with one-on-one collisions
Now my dues paid, I'm ready for commission
We came one hell of a way to go back
I just want reparations for old Blacks
Ocean views and a bottle of cognac
Fresh out and it's nothing to go back
I'm the solution whenever it goes thick
While the most part I'm blowing with the wind
Stay in my lane, I'm dolo on this trip
And in whatever that I do, I'm through in it to win
I don't take measures, I just overdose
In a class of my own and so what?
Nobody knows
I just figured it out all of my haters, it's adios
On too many occasions [?] cutting it kinda close
( Contragang )
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