New track guys
Listen to my other track called bittersweet 
https://soundcloud.com/jonathan-palmer-749638252/bittersweet?si=004f5f44fe7a4fa18dbbc0cc4e640bdc&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
lyrics:
(Verse 1)
All I'm tryna do is make that bread, no cap
'Cause I'm only doing real shit, no sad raps
Gold chain, white shirt, Pro Clubs all day
When I'm write about love I'm here to stay

Ice drip, ice drip, I'm feeling so fresh
Got that drip, got that flex, I'm feeling so blessed
My song is trash, but I don't really care
'Cause I'm feeling like yuno Miles, I don't compare

(Pre chorus)
I'm not trippin' on the opps, no shade
My focus is on making moves, getting paid
Getting girls, getting bread, that's my grind
I'm a lyrical king, leaving mark behind

(Chorus)
Every time I pull up, they be filming
Shawty, I don't mind, we can link up like,
Type shit, Type shit, no pain, no gain
When I'm with the homie, we got that ice, ice
I'm a lyrical genius, second to nine
I'm spitting fire, blazing up the mic
Cause You Know I'm tryna get back on the mic, it'll make you take a hike


**Verse 2:**
getting girls, 2 on like Tinashe
Shawty, you know I'm Tryna slide, no debate
Stacking up bands, like a lyrical great
Opp after opp, but I don't hesitate

Getting girls, getting girls, getting girls
'Cause I'm a lyrical genius, hotter than pearls
You can't stop me, I'm on my own turf
Cause 11You know I ball, I'm like Kevin Durant

**Verse 3:**
Y'all want beef? I'll make you eat  words
Cash dissing me? Your rap is absurd
Why you dissing, I hate the way you flow
But hey, I'm cool,  let  the homies go
I'm not Yeat, but hear the bells I ring
With every line, I make the crowd cling
Money talks, and I'm a fluent speaker
Haters gon' hate, but I'm a moneymaker

(Pre chorus)
I'm not trippin' on the opps, no shade
My focus is on making moves, getting paid
Getting girls, getting bread, that's my grind
I'm a lyrical king, leaving mark behind

(chorus)
Every time I pull up, they be filming
Shawty, I don't mind, we can link up like,
Type shit, Type shit, no pain, no gain
When I'm with the homie, we got that ice, ice
I'm a lyrical genius, second to nine
I'm spitting fire, blazing up the mic
Cause You Know I'm Tryna get back on the mic, it'll make you take a hike

(Verse 4)
Diamonds on my wrist, they glisten in the light,and my bills so tall, it's a beautiful sight
I been talking to this girl, she is a delight
Yeah, I'm livin' the life, everything's is right
Some say I'm lucky, some say I'm blessed
But the truth is, I work hard, I put in my best
Gotta hustle on point, never second guess
And im turnin' everythin' to gold, no stress

(Verse 5)
All I'm trynna is to, stack my paper high
I'm tryna play it cool, watch the money fly
Money comes off a tree, that's the way I see
Cause you know I'm J P, yeah, that's me
Used to be on the grind, hustlin' day and night
Now I'm in the penthouse, trynna live the life
Got my own private jet, flyin' bove the strife
Yeah, I made it out the bottom, that's my life
(Pre chorus)
I'm not trippin' on the opps, no shade
My focus is on making moves, getting paid
Getting girls, getting bread, that's my grind
I'm a lyrical king, leaving mark behind

(chorus)
Every time I pull up, they be filming
Shawty, I don't mind, we can link up like,
Type shit, Type shit, no pain, no gain
When I'm with the homie, we got that ice, ice
I'm a lyrical genius, second to nine
I'm spitting fire, blazing up the mic
Cause You Know I'm Tryna get back on the mic, it'll make you take a hike



Ice drip Ice drip

Lil J cool