J-RAA

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J-RAA

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SPNL lyrics by J-RAA

Hook
I got somethin’ to prove
I got somethin’ to prove
I got somethin’ to prove
I got somethin’ to prove
I got haters all around me
Little babies like they pouty
They gon’ regret all their clowning
When I blow up like I’m Saudi
I got nothin’ to lose
I got nothin’ to lose
I got nothin’ to lose
I got nothin’ to lose
I got pain in my heart
Propane what I spark
Rap game I’m a starter
Lois Lane to my Clarke, uh

Verse 1
Best in the game’s gone missin’
Homies they been switchin’
Thought you were my best friend
Now you just a bitch man
Drip I’m rockin’ fly as eagles
Now I’m poppin’, hi there people!
Ain’t no stoppin’ I’m no evil
Bitches topless tryna deepthroat
Never gonna take no step back, uh
Triple X I’ma be ridin’ in a Hellcat
Full effect vibe with the Hell rap, uh
Still on the grind puttin’ on for the set that
Kept me on the road to greatness
All my foes just face it
That the J-RAA clique is gonna keep you so sedated
Clouds in the air
No precipitation
Oh lookey there
He participatin’
Here’s yo’ trophy take a fuckin’ ribbon
Bench ride only ain’t no Scotty Pippen
Can’t control me take a fuckin’ listen
Want this Rollie? Take a fuckin’ pic then

Hook
I got somethin’ to prove
I got somethin’ to prove
I got somethin’ to prove
I got somethin’ to prove
I got haters all around me
Little babies like they pouty
They gon’ regret all their clowning
When I blow up like I’m Saudi
I got nothin’ to lose
I got nothin’ to lose
I got nothin’ to lose
I got nothin’ to lose
I got pain in my heart
Propane what I spark
Rap game I’m a starter
Lois Lane to my Clarke, uh

Verse 2
Tryna keep me on the ground at your level? (Fuck that)
Talkin’ shit you’ll feel the sound of the bezel (Buss caps)
Cookin’ up dope shit like I’m Heisenberg, yuh, aye
Keepin’ the focus I know I’m the worst, what, damn
Ask no favors take no pic
See ya later suck me dick
I’m keep on makin’ paper blow you out and make a wish
Gotta show my mother that I’m worth somethin’
Gotta show my brother that my thirst unquenched
‘Til my dying breath I’ma show y’all
I’m gon’ be up next on that First Ave wall
Gotta build a name for my motherfuckin’ family
Hungry for the fame, leveled up I’m on a stairway
To the top I’ma be a master
You don’t got what it takes to be a rapper
Got it ass backwards
You a slacker, a disaster
Tryna copy Marshall Mathers
Not doin’ this for you, this is just for me
Watch I’m a legend it’s true, I ain’t playin’ League
Yes I’m narcissistic
Yes I am persistent
If you saw the shit I been through maybe you would listen
If you wanna run your mouth make that shit a marathon
Boutta disprove all your doubts, put your fuckin’ panties on

Hook
I got somethin’ to prove
I got somethin’ to prove
I got somethin’ to prove
I got somethin’ to prove
I got haters all around me
Little babies like they pouty
They gon’ regret all their clowning
When I blow up like I’m Saudi
I got nothin’ to lose
I got nothin’ to lose
I got nothin’ to lose
I got nothin’ to lose
I got pain in my heart
Propane what I spark
Rap game I’m a starter
Lois Lane to my Clarke, uh


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