J.B.S. Features

Featuring @ayojimmy_jbs & produced by @biskayne

Mixed & Mastered by Dr. Classified

Lyrics:

[Intro: Dr. Classified]
This shit overstated, it ain't complicated
Any motherfucker step to me will be decayin’
Yeah

[Chorus: Dr. Classified]
I got way more than I need, but it still ain't enough
I got way more than I need, but it still ain't enough
I got way more than I need, but it still ain't enough
I got way more than I need, but it still ain't enough

[Verse 1: Dr. Classified]
Every motherfucker finna rock to this ho
Classi is a motherfuckin’ monster with flows
Fake-ass bitches gettin’ blocked from this show
Buck stops official, pop your pistols
Opps will get towed away from my program
You will get so jammed, I don't give no damns
I speak this shit from my soul, man, go ham
No ma’am, I don't ever make no slow jams
That's not me, I came from the goddamn city of Rocky
Playin’ wit’chu, no Toxi
Here’s one thing school taught me, it's that people are a toxin and I cannot stop these
Idiots bein penniless doin silly shit
Even if they step up, they’ll find a way to swing and miss
Tired of the politics, sides, and revisionists
I just wanna scream, don't care if people listenin’
Who the hell are you, I ain't heard your name
But you wanna diss a homie of mine who have fame
First time I heard you on a tempo
It's a damn shame how it sounded like a damn demo
Take a knife to the gut, Scotty boy
When your stupid diss track soundin like a lotta noise
That I can't comprehend, have to look on Genius
But they can't even understand you, Jesus

[Chorus: Dr. Classified]
I got way more than I need, but it still ain't enough
I got way more than I need, but it still ain't enough
I got way more than I need, but it still ain't enough
I got way more than I need, but it still ain't enough

[Verse 2: J.B.S.]
Yo, I got way more than I need but it still ain’t enough
Yea my flows are a sick as a kid with the mumps
All the bum motherfuckers, think they be the stuff
Till I walk in the room, wassup, and the whole room freeze up
Class got the power of Frieza
I got the power to make all these dumb fucks clean up
Y’all want the cake baby eat up
I be the gourmet chef in the room cooking heat up
If you at the top of the mountain, can’t see yea
With no due respect, don’t think I wanna be yea
And if I was you I would kill myself too, I would fake it and start a new life like Maria
I got a bad lil bitch, she eat up
I feel like Usain Bolt, you can’t keep up
You claim one day you’ll goat status, I don’t know how to say it but bitch we ain’t ever gon’ need ya
This is the moment I'm taking my gold
We’ve been the reason they moving the goal
40 mill subs or so I’ve been told
Man fuck that fake shit, we bringin it home
Jimmy and classy the king of the throne
Just give it 10 years I’ll have top on the phone
If the words I’m saying ain’t hitting your dome
Yea check your ears, cause we making a moment
Classi go and make this shit, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

[Chorus: Dr. Classified & J.B.S.]
I got way more than I need, but it still ain't enough
I got way more than I need, but it still ain't enough
I got way more than I need, but it still ain't enough
I got way more than I need, but it still ain't enough

[Outro: Dr. Classified]
This shit overstated (-stated), it ain't complicated (-cated)
Any motherfucker step to me will be decayin’
This shit overstated (-stated), it ain't complicated (-cated)
Any motherfucker step to me will be decayin’

AIN'T ENOUGH (feat. J.B.S.) [prod. Biskayne] {SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE}

https://soundcloud.com/yeti-boi-398444759
https://soundcloud.com/ayojimmy_jbs
https://open.spotify.com/track/1CAYagreHCb2d06kIh1PA5?si=f72b52fb68684bf2

Terraria Raps (ft. J.B.S.)

tell me what im missing (feat. J.B.S.)

(intro)
why these bih flock, flock, flock
why these bih flock, flock, flock
soon as I tote my glock, watch these bih flock yuh
watch these bih flock, flock, flock

(verse 1: shortie)
Yeah 
say why they be flockin’ boy be runnin’, aint got no option yeah
Said I’ve been poppin’, you just watching’, pocket watching, ay
Keep on talkin’ (talk that-), keep on talkin’ shit, ay (talk that shiiit)
Yeah they talk that talk, talk that talk
Never walk that (walk)- walk that

(refrain)
Watch em flock
Watch em flock

(hook)
why these bih flock, flock, flock
why these bih flock, flock, flock
soon as I tote my glock, watch these bih flock yuh
watch these bih flock, flock, flock
soon as I tote my glock, watch these bih flock yuh
watch these bih flock, flock, flock

(verse 2: pessimist)
Kick door down 
Said by Eric, fuck yo’ town 
Jewels on me but where’s my crown? 
I’m on a come up, I’m never gon’ fuck up 
I smoke in this bitch with a pound, wow 
Dance on yo’ grave like a Powwow 
Get in my bag my account, wow 
Shortie and J, I pull up with the hounds, wow, huh 
My chain look water, huh 
Upside cross, no Jordan Carter 
Kick door down, I’m just like Palmer 
Take yo’ L bro, it’s a bummer 
Step on ‘em like bugs 
Real trap shit, my plugs 
They talk ‘bout me in high school, 
but I never learned to give some fucks (Brr, fah, what?) 
Soon as I talk my shit, they wanna act like kids 
Told myself, “Never talk with a bitch” 
Soon as he tote a switch, had to roll a swisher 
Three points, damn, I swish, swish, swish

(bridge)
soon as I tote my glock, watch these bih flock yuh
watch these bih flock, flock, flock
soon as I tote my glock, watch these bih flock yuh
watch these bih flock, flock, flock

(verse 3: JBS)
This is the moment, you know that we snapping it 
shortie, pessimist, and J.B.S. lapping ‘em 
Thinking we buddies, we ain’t fucking with capping but 
Try being “buddy buddy” see what happens 
You stand on nothing, the goofy be tapping out 
I stand on all of the shit that I rap about 
He tryna diss, thinking he’d get me counted out 
When he tried dissing, I shrugged. What was that about? 
Bro what was that about? 
We was just linking and vibing with crew, what he mad about? 
Trying to laugh around, trying to blend with the crew. 
We ain’t dumb, cause we found him out 
Never play goofy, boy never play dumb 
All of you clones, Jimmy One of One 
Thinking he harder than me? You a bum 
Cause I own the building, the rap game the shit that I run 
Cause none of you don’t know the feeling of struggling tryna make ends meet 
Scared you won’t live in the house next week, almost died 3 times in 2023 
But I built it back up now I’m better than ever 
Do trap or boom bap, whatever. Whenever. 
Id body anybody saying they better 
Id body a rapper, their body get severed (it what?)
No one compares when it comes to the pen In my sleep I could write push the button again 
Don’t fuck with anyone tryna pretend 
Just say what how it is, if you want my respect 
Carry lessons that my mama done taught 
I fought my whole life, but this goof never fought 
If you think I’m capping my guy just watch 
I prove what I say when rock- when I rock with my flock!