JGS (Again) Lyrics

Heart of the fire I'm walking with gas on attire

Like pass me the lighter

Back in the stash,

Back to the bad kid, tryna be good (Yea!)

Look like a model, thinking she bad

I'm like go turn that beauty into a bag

Put this on your Tic-Tok, do a lil dance

I'm on the tip top, doing my thang

Niggas go flip flop, play in the sand

Jus' getting started, it's starting again

Jus' getting started, it's starting again

Jus' getting started and wait

Go tell a friend and a friend and a friend

Late to the party you might not get in

Feel like your birthday, Bacardi and gin

Uh, Yea

Go tell a friend and a friend and a friend

Go get a kin and a kin to that kin

Late to the party you might not get in

Go tell your bro and your sis and your potnas

Jus' Musique coming through fucking up commas

I'm from the block I'ma say it again

But TJay don't follow he setting the trends

Fifty plus songs and he starting again

But let me just take you to where it began

Computer in hand, homie lil closet I gotta vent

(Let's Go)

Triple double the shots and assists

Plus the blocks, they fit on the list

Pistol cocked, a couple of clips

And that's just to get chicken from Canes'

Aww mane see the city won't change

I might have to go hit up the range

Confrontation I can't be a stain

Back in this bitch,

My big homie just came from the pen

And he told me it's back to the business

And he gotta move smarter with it

So he jus' getting started again

Couple packs and we all up again

I can't call it today or tomorrow,

But I'm always focused on the win

They moving and twisted they legs

They don't really know me they don't really know

A good look inside of my head,

Up and down we going, it's a rollercoaster

I'ma just have my fun,

Up until it's done,

Night into the morning sun na,

Crackers dipping in the gumbo pot

Chicken finger lickin'

Start to make a living, off the shit he spitting

Fuck your paper fuck your pen, he always mention

Matter fact, I need the pen to draw the distance

Anybody, you can put 'em up against me

City living, mind detentions, I'ma pivot

Dancing with you motherfuckers like I feel it

How I'm feeling? Like a fucking million

Don't remember if I asked for your opinion

Heart of the fire I'm walking with gas on attire

Like pass me the hydrogen

Rapping in spite of the likeliness,

That I get noticed, that's how much I'm liking it

Mixing the hood with my type with this

Not really tripping if this beat sound trifling

Jus' getting started I'm jus' getting started again

And this time I'll start off with the hypest shit