J.J Lyrics

I'm a terrorist living amongst men

Anytime I drop these niggas are all tensed

It might just be a homicide

It might be the winter were all these rappers die

I'm leaving everybody toe tagged

Everyone body bagged

The whole scene yellow taped

Watch me elevate

From big to bigger

Rich to richer

Two bad bitches in the sprinter

That's how I move

For this gift of finesse I gotta take you to school

These verses I drop are first grade

I know I'll be a topic of discussion on the next space

I try to hide my rage in this city filled with filth

Including the people but I go by my day still

And get this bag

Pop these tags

But I gotta ask

‭Who knows which one becomes the last last‭

Who knows which one becomes the last last

‭Who knows which one becomes the last last

‭Who knows which one becomes the last last

I'm the cook

I'm the baker

We making loaves

To stress the haters

They talking behind our backs like we don't hear them

Twisting stories making it look like we fear them

Well you got it all wrong

To get shit off my chest I put it in songs

my thoughts too much for just A 32

The block was too hot so we chilling on the roof

Black boy but the bag is jewish

The links are cuban

The least type of stress man you know I'm suing

Cause we grown now

I run a whole town

Fuck you mean by concert crowd

I'm chilling with niggas who prefer hitting licks in beamers

Dinner with the team in continental Adidas

Done with bottom feeders

My crew are all believers

One time bro said Adom I know you can redeem us

‭Who knows which one becomes the last last‭

Who knows which one becomes the last last

‭Who knows which one becomes the last last

‭Who knows which one becomes the last last