[Verse 1 J.C Jones]

Fake friends Fake homies
That’s that Shit I don’t Like
Bringing it back to the first mixtape crazy and unexpected
Doing way better that what was projected
People thought I wasn't the real deal
Now I go out I see their mouths fucking sealed
People be making up bullshit
Can't believe they have they nerve to talk shit behind my back
See where that gets them see my hand that’s a smack
Don't let it affect me
Stay focused don’t let up Gotta go

See pussy I lick
See pussy I split
Riding with the team living great getting high thats that shit I like
Girl u were missing on my birthday
Girl u were missing on my birthday
And yes I'm keeping tabs
Hope you had fun in rehab
Seeing you down thats that shit I like
Smoke up make everday earth day
This is far my first day
Gaining experience I'm polished
Enemies in my path will be demolished thats that shit I like
Taking down rappers in the flo
That just how I go
Got no remorse for remaking you ho
Stay down with your bitches
And your a waste of a life
Dare you to play games
Try to fuck with me ill Slash your tires
Laugh when you get pulled over license expires
Thats that shit I like

You thought you could get one by me
Can't even do that when Im High see
Smoking cold creek cush getting higher
Floating in the air frequent flyer
Thats that shit I like
Make up all these fabrications I don’t how
Im talking fake girl friends mani teo
You bitches are counterifet at best
Yes I’ll still fuck a bitch with large breast
Time to stop making up fabrications
I don’t know when you’ll finally come to this realization
The 201 is now under my reign
In the club makeing it rain
Don't ask questions Rearranging how you all view the game
Reconstructing flows I’m the brightest of he bunch
Get high wake up late feasting on a five star brunch

Your sticking with the dollar menu nothing else
Can't spend more than a dollar its fucking pathtic
Beat you up leave a welt another notch on my belt
Going up in ranks thats that shit I like
My brain is an enclopieda
Your as fake as wikipiedia
Receving coverge from all the media
Super bowl 47 big story-lines
Newest star Collin kappernick thtas an athlete I like
Ray lewis more evil than Mike Vick
Got away with murder let that sink in
Got away with murder let that sink in
Ray Lewis I don't Like

Got that Usian bolt speed
Hitting jumpers like sheed sound effect
Ounces on ounes of weed
Breaking it down with marcine
Got way more than you need
Keeping score were in the lead
Get off my dick you freaking fiends that’s that shit I don’t like
You can try to be like me but its far from easy

This class is to long fuck the establish thats that shit I don't Like
Time to rap I'm out Walk out slam the door liquity split
Class over in my girls slit thats that shit I like
Love it when she use her mouth the wrong way
Word of mouth goes along way ohh ahhh and I blast a nut
No more use to me kick her to the crub little runt
Facing 4th and long your forced to punt
Made from weak material uncunt
Don’t count your eggs before they hatch
Last one standing I’m winnig the hunt
Slight success you see I cal dumb luck
Comes down to survival of the fittest
Yes bitch you earned a spot on my hit list
You wanna get off theres one thing I insit
Drop what your doing and rush right to my dick

Bitches that are concseated
Those are the bitches I don’t like
Drinking and Smoking all night
Is that shit I like
Bitches that chill and have a good time
Those are the Bitches I like
See A bad bitch with a big ass
Fuck her pull out straight cash
Life of the party with the best girls that’s that shit I like

This Verse goes out to all my fake friends
To all my fake friends
Why do you feel so entitled
You faggots belong in a dance recitial
All My songs are more than vitial
When I spit this verse
You posers are gonna need to reherese
You guys chose to the hard way
I can keep this rap going all day
I won't stop no way rapping and getting faded is that shit I like
Mixing the best of all worlds getting the spins
Doing what I do disregarding low lifes
You heard me no need to speak twice
Bitch I’m J.C Jones fuck who don’t’t Like