J8S

J8S

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Rap - Hip Hop | Baltimore, Maryland, United States
Total Song Plays: 14   
Member Since: 2017
   Last Login: over 30 days ago
   Sounds Like: Kanye West, Timbaland

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Lyrics

Chorus: If money talks you ain't in the conversation...getting to the paper daily is my occupation...
Hands steady like I'm ready for an operation...no secret dr. patient you see I got no patients...
TOO long I been fubar here's a new song...TOO long...uhh uhh a TOO LONG...
TOO long I been fubar here's a new song...TOO long...uhh hhh a too long...

Verse One:
This is ain't what you think what you need to know...that DDT hit your head with that even flow...
That money(money) on my mind banking Figaro...(yeah)I'm saying Figaro yeah I'm saying Figaro...
I get it I'ma killer show a different side when I'm doing my business...
I ain't even down for conversation we ain't talking money you got five minutes...
I do fine with it...I'ma writer in a booth a bomb it I'ma shark chilling...
I been sharp with it...I be sipping liquor on the Richter know I'm off the charts with who you starting with hold up...
I'm in beast mode tryna get these zeros...
Break the bank when count commas like I used a cheat code...
Tell em what do we know OK OK OK...
I'm holding major wait I told your major like I'm fatigued bro...
You gotta pass the weed round and round like a Ferris wheel...
You don't fuck yo bitch boy I swear I will she be wearing heels...
She coming out em like she showing pride peep the slide show...
I kick er out I'm getting back to my doe...bye hoe

Verse Two:
Tell em slow down with the chitter chatter you ain't say to my face killa then it didn't matter...
I be chillen you ain't mention me then it didn't happen...
all about the bucks like we hunting after all is said and done...shh
I'ma be chilling by my lonely a lot a you be hating it be phoney
Ya know me you folks be focused on the bull you betta show me...
I'm making bank and it ain't even low key...I know G's
Old money...you will never get my soul...
Needing my control I be on the road running...
You know it isn't even close gotta be a pro...
I'ma leave ya nose runny...
How bout it...you in coffin you can't hop out it...
My god I'm use to holey hands I feel the crown is heavy seeing my prophets...hold up...
Back in the day I was a broke as a bitch...
I wore off brand shoes ate a with roaches n shit...
I said back in the day I was broke as it gets...
No heat in the winter we had to use the stove for the shit...
We sold food stamps out in the hood for the rent...
Had 2nd hand pants cheese was government sent...
Nowadays I be working like a slave for the bread
Cuz I ain't eva going back I know you heard what I said...

Song Length
2:29
Genre
Rap - General
Tempo / Feel
Fast (151 - 170)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Mood
Aggressive

Subject Matter
Pride
Similar Artists
Big Sean, Drake
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Ariene "Rapper A.M." Miller
Music Credits John "J8S" Duckett\Ariene "Rapper A.M." Miller
Producer Credits John "J8S" Duckett
Publisher Credits John "J8S" Duckett\Ariene "Rapper A.M." Miller
Performance Credits John "J8S" Duckett\Ariene "Rapper A.M." Miller