Verse 1
Yo, it's Jaylin in this motherfucker
Proud of my Atheism, it's hating in this motherfucker
But, I don't give a fuck
Shit, just light a blunt
Speak my mind, I'm Blunt
Eat these rappers & they beats, & I never Grunt!
Shot out my homie Trisket, that n***a a Stoner
Fuck TMZ, spreadin' rumors 'bout Comas
Fresh Money my team bitch
Yeah I know, I'm mean bitch
& I love that green bitch
I am such a beast, like don't you see bitch?
Freestylin' on these n***as
We pilin' on these n***as
We got plenty hoes, they grindin' on us n***as
Mixtape comin', Stunna on a feat
You runnin' yo mouth, cut off ya feet
Rappin' with emotion, so I don't even need a beat
Tunechi's my idol
Hustilin' for Survival
Fuck Christianity, Jesus didn't die ho
But um goodbye ho
& Hello Reality
These fake n***as gon' bring the beast outta me
N***as be dissin'
Tie my lace, cause apparently I'm trippin'
Fresh Money all day, fake n***as ain't wit it