3AM by Jon Lemon Prod: @lilnv
Music Video by NSTY: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuIUKmZK8uo

Lyrics:

3AM shining like its 3M
They know nothing bout me 
I know all about them
(x2)

Verse:

i just need a substance
tell me how to function
need it in abundance
some say I'm disgusting
i need a lobotomy, shock therapy, or something
take this blackened part of me and put it in the cauldron

back to the basement
i just got new chains in
it's back to the basics 
my new face just came in
 
you so gorgeous in the moonlight
had to set the mood right
(x2)

(Hook)

Verse: 

just face it you never gon escape
if I had it my way we'd be forever on vaction
already came this far it won't change shit now
its too late
too late to fall apart
it aint my fault break my heart
take my arm break my bones

you'll be fine
I'm always watching you
be kind rewind
know who you talking to
(x2)

3AM [PROD. LIL NIGHTVISION]

NEWGROUNDS [PROD. LIL NIGHTVISION]

I AM YOUR FATHER.

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twitter: yvnglemon

SACRIFICIAL LAMB [PROD. PURPL_DAZE]

instagram: @jonlemonsucks
twitter: yvnglemon
prod @layxonprod

ITunes

PUNKED OUT [PROD. LAYXON]

Produced by : @SDotFire
Instagram: @jonlemonsucks
Twitter: yvnglemon

(COMPILATION OF WORDS)

Everybody wanna pop a xanny with the lean it 
Bogo on yo chest you fuckin fake just like yo screen printin

Still trippin on my death bed
Fucked around and got fresh to death
Now I'm runnin round like I ain't got a head
Got some head from these bitches got a head of these rappers 
Slacking
Aiming at ya mothafucka I'm blasting
Blade on side of my tongue 
I'm laughing
Slashing for your neck
Castin up the dead
Blackened heart of sin from my confidence 
This apocalypse boy I'm poppin shit
Off
Bet you can't fight with these dogs in the dark
You got no Heart in yo bark 
Watch as the stars start to fall
Im a crawl to my grave mane 
Lawd can you save me
Deranged since a baby
Made me what I am today they ain't no maybes 
Lately I been feelin like I'm going crazy 
Fuck the popo im a lost soul indigo
Finna flow till I glow gold like I got seven emeralds all up in my coat
I'm the goat you know this
Cut the throat to see your horrorscope 
Blood on the floor the popo noticed
Grab the forty four and load it
Bang
Now ya life is over, no mo fos in dirty soda 
Still a rat up in the afterlife alone cause imma loner
2 hours from Minnesota 
Even colder leave you frozen 
Leave you lone with your omens 
i told you you a fuckin fake and you owe me i own em

Came in put da blade to her face 
We be fuckin all day plan b for the pain never late imma slay wit I came for
Never chillin wit no lame folk 
fuckin up my payroll 
imma just lay low 
Key 
Know I'm all about my peso g 
Hit the nos pump that gasoline
LSB I be that OG
When I ride so fresh so clean 
Been an outkast since 03

FAKE [PROD. SDOTFIRE]

w / @omenxiii
prod @sojhi
instagram : @jonlemonsucks
twitter: yvnglemon

 

Lyrics

i grew up in the age where internet became the plug 
now I watch the winters change and everybody switchin up
never made it through the pain
all I see on yo wrist is cuts
heaven lay me down with satan praying that my soul 

awkakened when I came in omen waitin with the butterfly blade safe in the basement
raisin the steaks all this beef that I came with
fake as that lame bape tee that you wearin 
tearin yo beats into pieces leave me be when I'm beastin and off da leashes
and my flow so cold when I speak it freezes
baby born in the snow couldn't leave the pieces 
behind 
My mind been predeceased since I'm 5
i lied I grind for that 9-5
oh god all praise that be to allah  

OmenXIII

Sudden change of scenery, movin like machinery.
I am not in hiding, I'm residing where the ether be.
Creatures on the creep but see these demons don't need sleep.
don't need rest, just a single breathe  wreck your whole collective.

You basic but claimin ape shit, you need to face it
Outrageous the way we take shit, so quick to change it.
OmenXIII black shirt black jeans,
butterfly, gripped tight, let it flip around with ease.

DEMONS DONT NEED SLEEP W/ OMENXIII [PROD. $OJHI]

prod by @prohibeo 

Instagram : jonlemonsucks
Twitter: YVNGLEMON

BAD COMPANY W/ PROHIBEO [PROD. PROHIBEO]

COLOSSUS [PROD. LIL NIGHTVISION]

angry lemon back
prod. @lilnightvision

lyrics

Say you really done that
Run it like a touch back 
Fully loaded comin bouta bust back 

Say you really done that touch me and I'm a punch back
Catch me on the bus trapped out leave a bum slapped

heart of mcgregor my money ain't on mayweather yet
but I be going 50-0 when I check my texts 
they featherweight better yet imma mothafuckin heavy weight 
tossin my decades on like I'm rollin thru heavens gate 

lay where i motherfucking stay 
LSB that's my motherfuckig gang
fuck what you talking bout you lame 
couldn't see the fact on your face 

razor blade 
vertical to veins
vertigo yo brains 
bouta seperate yo vertabrae this a dirty game
yeah this a dirty game 30 to the brain that's what you paid for
no kurt cobain often suicidal but i lay low

god gave me this halo just 
to take care what i came for 
different strokes let Dana plato
mix dat fentanyl wit faygo 

cream soda 
quick to fold ya over throw ya in a cobra clutch
i'm focused up twistin like i'm rollin blunts i told em tuck 
hold it up 
like ya got a holy child da golden son
i'm mortified by this shit all I ever was told is lies 
hold it high while you can we was just all here born to die

BUST BACK  [PROD. LIL NIGHTVISION]

sat on this because i wanted to fix it then lost da session
but fuck it here it is.

 twitter: @yvnglemon
ig: @jonlemonsucks

GETAWAY

POWDER
prod. @ripkill98
art by @blazzynw

lyrics:
under pressure i get the weight off my chest like a press up 
u playin checkers to get yo bread up but chess'll do better
pussy boi still get punked out u never forget it
i'm the off the shititz where yo bitch is and i'm tryna get in it 
the quickest route to the finish line 
never stoppin i'm gettin by slyly
ride clean in the 5 seat fuck a mazi 
i want the sprinter van wit like 9 seats
watch me fill that whole shit up wit all of my team

life brand codeine
swisher sweet
right hand hold heat 
sippin tea
(x2)

this the feeling you get when you pick the pack up
don’t need to act tough syllables fill ya back up
you fuckin whack at this rappin shit pick the trash up 
that’s just a fact i could burn em down in a fat blunt

(bullshit)

that’s some shit i can’t allow i want the power
want the power 
motherfuck the powder
that’s some shit i can’t allow i want the power
fuck the pills you poppin they be mixin em with powder
(x2)

POWDER [PROD. KILL]

fake hundreds 

prod @sightimes

lyrics:

they do it all for the cheddar 
open sesame yessir 
live in a cess pool of centipedes inching just to get better 

got vendettas forever fuckin yo bitch when you ain't around
i got ice like the everglades ain't nobody gon sing about
i got heaven for 7 deadly sinners already ring around
the rosie my pockets cozy ain't got it all figured out
but I'm posted the block is smokin I told em I'm kickin down doors
they broken now i got nowhere to sit just gon piss on the floor

40 by the ounces
you couldn't count it
im astounded by the whips I been bouncing around in 
fuck it I'm outie get the pack wit the homies 
been off the woods for a week ain't got no hack in the mornin 
but still that ciggy smoke blow like it was half as important as facts 
pack can't afford where it 
atleast I aint snorting my cash

my money low don’t give a fuck about it
atleast i ain’t on instagram flashin fake hunnits 
ride a wave i make a flood around it
that tsunami move you into public housing

twitter: @yvnglemon
ig: @jonlemonsucks

FAKE HUNDREDS [PROD. LIL NIGHTVISION]

HELLHOLE EP
LIL SOMETHING TO TIDE U OVER.
CIAO!MANHATTAN 
COMING SOON.

FAITH w/ GIZMO [PROD. STEREORYZE]

S/O JEFF JARRETT

prod @sunivega

ig - jonlemonisdead
twitter - yvnglemon


i just put ya shooter in a figure four leg lock 
he just dropped the draco he think he gonna break out
y’all just signed a deal for 80k now three weeks later sellin reposts through ya paypal 
know that you be hatin what you did but you lay down cuz they be controllin what you say now
you lame now
you was just a fad since they put you on the back burner 
boy you sad while ya boys runnin laps on ya 
runnin up them racks boy you got a bus pass
done lookin dumb on tracks fuck that 
run it back tell the dj run it back
comin back baggie full of thumb tacks

i might say some shit that i don’t mean
when i’m fucked up

you say shit that you ain’t ever seen 
gon have some tough luck 
all your goals forever staying dreams
they ain’t gonna see you in a week 
that’s kinda fucked up 

i’m more of a rockstar than you’ll ever be pull up and fuck up a cop car
you more like a pop star off the ketamine know that you really is not hard 
might go an pop off methamphetamine hope that you really get knocked off 
yo bitch got the long pause she be texting me tellin me that she got knocked up

i’m in my zen now 
serving rappers till i’m dead now
i bet that you fed up 
cuz this shit stuck in yo head now

i just put ya shooter in a figure four leg lock
he just dropped the draco he think he gonna break out
y’all just signed a deal for 80k now
three weeks later selling reposts through your paypal

FIGURE FOUR  [PROD. SUNI VEGA]

SHOCK THERAPY

prod @lilnightvision

lyrics:
i be smokin on that fye 
while i ride through my city
got a bad bitch by my side 
sniffing lines drinkin henny 
i’m a god 
god why is you willing 
get da shocks 
shocks heal yo feelings

im warhol 
might paint a picture perfect when dem words fall
you worse off
feel like i’m bobby dylan when dem girls call
edie sedgwick in dem dirt walls 
fall 12 feet into a worm hole
don’t return calls 
i never return calls

SHOCK THERAPY [PROD. LIL NIGHTVISION]

MUSE
prod @ripkill98

lyrics:
she my muse 
shawty swinging thru quick
pocket full of blues 
while she rockin to my new shit
who’s this who’s this 
too cool for school kid
who’s this who’s this
that’s just my new bitch

stayed up from monday to saturday 
just wondering why you was mad at me
bitch i’m just mad cuz i have to be 
yelling in half of my songs got the bad in me
draining my battery if i maintain where i’m at i might end up a casualty 
ain’t where i gotta be dis rappin shit gotta be payin my salary 

bet that i got it going i ride or die for my fucking brothers
we all a family u can neva leave u can never truss em
break em my family break em all in peace like a fuckin puzzle
stuck in my memories like a hand that feed but i leave u to struggle

she my muse 
shawty swinging thru quick
pocket full of blues 
while she rockin to my new shit
who’s this who’s this 
too cool for school kid
who’s this who’s this
that’s just my new bitch

MUSE [PROD. KILL]

MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhuQHQsQ6j0

prod. @mothsloth

lyrics: 
flip my girl script for the benzos just to pay the rent tho
end up sellin to my friends n now those friendships end tho
seeing myself grow been a while since the velcros 
we live in a hell hole but none of you people can tell tho 

send em an anthrax lettter
better know where yo mask at get it 
i really ain’t mask those feelings cuz i really ain’t past aggressive 

i see the strain in her face i pray it go away 
feelings change but i’ll neva eva throwaway 
i feel the same but i feel i need a soul to save 
a soul to take take me away a way to heal the pain

HELL HOLE [PROD. SLOTH.TOES] *MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION*

first track since the album dropped.
this one of my best yet.

prod @niimo-beets / @marquisandthesquid
art by @c3of

lyrics:
how you hate on ya homies that doin better then you 
get ya cheddar up if you lucky then i won’t send em for you
i got some venom turn eddie brock onto any block 
i got some fenty i serve to my ops 
nervous chop 
fucking up my chakras bodies lined out in chalk i milly rock to the cops come 
do the dash in the datsun 
really ain’t no block boy more like wayne wit the hot boyz
100 bars and running ain’t running from no more cops boys 

homie hit me wit a dose now i’m balanching on ropes 
tryna float i won’t fuckin fall for it
salt shaker full of coke thought this shit was a joke eat the blotter with the red shark on it

big bang let my dick swang homie 
pinky rang on yo bitch doing big thangs homie
heat seaking missle sink ya ship like quicksand homie
ain’t been one to boast i always been really shy 
i went to the coast but never been one to fly 
you can quote what i wrote i neva been one to lie 
only one alive pourin wine in my five alive
homie hit me wit a dose i feel like i died nine times
woah
everybody know that i’m on fence wit all y’all 
playing volleyball with ya nonsense 
appalled that i pull up with the spalding smash it the glass falling
nobody know where they last saw him
i’m on it

homie hit me wit a dose now i’m balanching on ropes 
tryna float i won’t fuckin fall for it
salt shaker full of coke thought this shit was a joke eat the blotter with the red shark on it

bitch it aint anything i'm sippin on hennessy 
till my liver burnt out  got my whole life ahead of me 
never mind what u said bet u never forgettin me never lie in da bed when i'm off of da sedatives
i'm never right when i said it i was wrong n i get it
don't regret it tho i don't give a fuck about a petty hoe
every hoe that ever hit my line gon get dem xs tho
text message won't send no more need to let it go 
let em blow in the wind like the sail to my boat 
i'm just tryna stay afloat 
wit my shawty 
imma roll wit my shawty 
till we both in the coffin 
laughing to the fuckin bank then we roll to the auction 
buy it all out 
gold whips n chains the balls out 
fold chips don't win you buy out

RED SHARK [PROD. NIIMO]

MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cVMUaghNLPg

prod @twatwave
art by death corner 
https://twitter.com/DEATH_CORNER?lang=en

suicide doors 
suicidal
i just ride slow while i keep my eyes low
medicated
boy i never hated 
on another man tryna make it out they momma basement
no i ain’t over you 
yeah i told the truth 
i’m too cold for you 
sold my soul for you 
sorrys are over due
yeah i’m always sick and i’m trippin kick out my side bitch 
i been always lifted i’m really thinkin that i’ll quit 

amphibians everywhere tryna kill us
maybe it’s the mescaline imma gargle wit hard liquor 
bottle up all my feelings i burn em down in a philly 
i really don’t give a fuck my heart stoppin and start quickly 
really got the sauce you starving just hop in it 
bitch i really broke the parts don’t worry cause i’ll fix it
and i really pull ya card if you talking on my bidness 
been wit it since the start all you followin my living 
my living been fucking up my liver 
a quitter i neva been so fuck it why stop drinkin
i’m bingin in sin
forgive n forget

imma let em know that i’ll neva eva forget you
i’m hopin it show that i will never eva regret it 
i’m broken n cold
i give a shit bout a happy ending 
i’m selling my soul 
but transaction is still pending 

the fact that i’m owed dollars for passion i play it passively
never thought i had a dog bitch till i grabbed the leash

woah

i jus walk past proceed casually
not a soul know what i know bitch it’s happening 
prolly why i’m so froze sick as the cancer be
prolly why you so so i’m snappin like a canon be 
hop out the low low then toss me off a balcony
i don’t need to know tho just tell them i wasn’t cowardly

this is not enough 
i can see you wanted love 
i’m just tryna fuck lil shawty 
got my feelings all bottled up 
bottle goin bottom up 
i don’t give a fuck what you wanted 
boy you outta luck
fuck

SIN [PROD. ICYTWAT] **VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION**

2019 we here.

prod @lilnightvision
art by death corner

lyrics:
i be posted on the block
surrounded by civilians
and they all know i’m high
but i don’t really give a shit 
i don’t go outside unless i’m high or i be sippin shit 
but I’m low on supply so you won’t see me for a week or so
houdini disappear from hoes who see me as a weaker for
creep up from behind and put ya ass inside a sleeper hold
you can change ya name 
but everythang remain the same
everybody hate yo music keep up when you buy some plays

i been in da back wit a bad bitch she an addict i’m an addict too
back to my bad habits have at it gotta know what bad acid do 
yeah you passing through in daddy cadillac coupe 
park it for a second they gon' snatch the emblem off the roof 

be straight up wit me if you ain’t hit dis henny you ain’t fuck wit me 
claim you druggin' you ain’t ate no fungus without company 
ducking me cause everything i touch become a luxury
quit fuckin' breathing I don’t wanna see you comin' up to me 
you fucking leechs
come for me but that shit won’t come comfortably 
i’m cuffin' creases
only jesus i compete with
you some fucking weaklings
i don't fuckin' feel it

i been in da back wit a bad bitch she an addict i’m an addict too
back to my bad habits have at it gotta know what bad acid do 
yeah you passing through in daddy cadillac coupe 
park it for a second they gon' snatch the emblem off the roof

BAD ACID [PROD. LIL NIGHTVISION]

EP WITH @lilnightvison COMING SOON.
ART BY DEATHCORNER.

lyrics:
smoking and drinking
all of da drugs I been mixing 
wonderin what I been missing 
been thinking my liver ain’t gonna forgive me
im praying to god, sippin on henny 
this a facade, kicking off bennys 
this a mirage, bitch I’m authentic 
you callin da cops when I pull up to get it

you driving dem cars but I know that they rented 
you takin this loss and you’ll never forget it 
you just made a boss you’ll forever regret it 
i spread it on top wit a garment lettuce i set it off when I said it 
i’m betting all in when I get it no cheqing 
this cash money ain’t no baby my blessing 
it’s blasphemy when you save me for second 
wut
bitch I’m off a da sauce like
what it cost 
live da boss life 
diss just what I’m on ain’t gotta pause
this ain’t off white hit you on sight then roll the raws in the dark knight 
feel like bruce wayne lazor blaze on top the shark bite

smoking and drinking
all of da drugs I been mixing 
wonderin what I been missing 
been thinking my liver ain’t gonna forgive me
i’m praying to god sippin on henny 
this a facade, kicking off bennys 
this a mirage, bitch I’m authentic 
you callin da cops when I pull up to get it

same shit everyday lane switch
every anime rapper with a hentai bitch
say he make that blade hit he better kill me if he did
tryna cuss me out in auto tune you better change the pitch 
cause I’ve been cutting off a lot of you who ain’t got me like I do you
enough of all these IOUs I’m taking cash and slidin through
the hoopty 
fuck you really do you bitches useless
go ahead and throw in ya two cents

smoking and drinking
all of da drugs I been mixing 
wonderin what I been missing 
been thinking my liver ain’t gonna forgive me
praying to god, sippin on henny 
this a facade, kicking off bennys 
this a mirage, bitch I’m authentic 
you callin da cops when I pull up to get it

FACADE [PROD. LIL NIGHTVISION]

feat @crydermanofficial
prod @xerogi
art by death corner

lyrics:
throwin dirt bitch i’m throwing shade
i was counting money underneath the tree avoiding rays
why you hurt thought that you was getting paid? 
they gon put u in the dirt if u be getting in da way

throwing dirt on my name i ain’t really got no shame though
y’all some fuckin lames who be touching on underage hoes
i just copped a case n i’m thinkin i’m gonna stay home 
watch as my heart my race and i think i’m no longer stable 

throwin dirt bitch i’m throwing shade
i was counting money underneath the tree avoiding rays
why you hurt thought that you was getting paid? 
they gon put u in the dirt if u be getting in da way

all these pussies they be fuckin sayin something
but i roll my dope n steady care bout nothing
why the fuck my name be mentioned in discussion
you belong in dirt u fuckin worms disgusting 
shit im smoking some weed to this beat
it be cry and lemon fuckin bringin the heat
so just turn away n stay up outta the street   
cuz we goin crazy if u talk and we see 
foot be kicking to your jaw line gotta go
why you hiitin on my phone line i dont know
head banging to bass i aint tryna catch a case
but when u goofies with a hoe u always tryna show
im just counting my money while you been   bluffin
while u spend on yo honey to flex for nothing 
got on all that desinger to feel like something
but we know u aint shit n acting brother

THROWING DIRT w/ CRYDERMAN [PROD. XEROGI]

FIRST TRACK OFF THE 'WANNABE' EP COMING VERY SOON.

PRODUCED BY @lilnightvision
ART BY @thetunnelrat

lyrics:

you some wannabes that’s what I do not wannabe
bitch don’t talk to me unless you got some gwap for me 
Bitch look like a spice girl sniffing that white girl 
She just want the pipe get on the mic I think she might hurl
She throwin signs up bitch I  don’t need co-signs yuh
Hit that wind up bitch she got that coke lined up 
Sniffing that fine dust 
Bitch I gotta go wise up
My brothers died from the shit that’s in ya nose outta lick

You really so outta touch 
That’s why these hoes I don’t trust 
All you really out line keep a crayola on tuck 
Motorola razor independent like da trucks 
Feelin like I’m weezy mix the fubu wit the trukfit
Pull up like what’s up bitch 
Really don’t give a fuck 
Fit cost a couple bucks
But I’m chillin up in the cut 
Quick 
Toss a couple bucks to my man and he grab the blunts lit 
Pull up with the pots and pans cookin fungus
I don’t really fuck wit nobody round here who run shit 
Dummies fuckin wit me best get out the country 
You lunchmeat
I ain’t busy fucking wit no junkies
All you fuckin lame I don’t need to say it
Yeah my rent late but you don’t even pay it

You some wannabes that’s what I do not wannabe
Bitch don’t talk to me unless you got some gwap for me 
Bitch look like a spice girl sniffing that white girl 
She just want the pipe get on the mic I think she might hurl
She throwin signs up bitch I  don’t need co-signs yuh
Hit that wind up bitch she got that coke lined up 
Sniffing that fine dust 
Bitch I gotta go wise up
My brothers died from the shit that’s in ya nose outta lick

WANNABE [PROD. LIL NIGHTVISION]

WANNABE EP

featuring @moonmovement & @kirblagoop
production from @lilnightvision & @6ixfeet
art by @thetunnelrat

TOO CRAZY w/ KIRBLAGOOP [PROD. 6IXFEET]

DEMI LOVATO [PROD. 6IXFEET]

ALL I WANNA DO I w/ TRIPPYTHAKID [Prod. ESKRY]

SHIT TALK [PROD. LIL NIGHTVISION]

you tryna see a body ?
produced by @neighborhoodarion

lyrics:

think you hard?
not even a little bit 
all that talk is cheap if you bout it come and finish it
play yo part
pussy boi fuck wit da syndicate 
wreck ya whole collective wipe they imprint from they internet 

one flew over
the cuckoos nest 
got two on my shoulder 
bitch who next 
too depressed 
shocks run through my chest 
fubu legs run through dem checks
don’t do no texts
don’t check no tags 
don’t bet no bags 
unless its through da fence 
you too defenceless made a market that yo crew depended on
took the exit made my matters independent Set me off
you tryna see a body? 
just ask me to put you on 
i don’t need a hobby
i got all these drugs i'm on

think you hard?
not even a little bit 
all that talk is cheap if you bout it come and finish it
play yo part
pussy boi fuck wit da syndicate 
wreck ya whole collective wipe they imprint from they internet

SYNDICATE [PROD. NEIGHBORHOOD ARION]

been sitting on this for a while, happy new year.

lyrics:
why don’t you tell me what you mad about 
your soul off balance steady struggling for  dat cash amount 
i’m not a fantasy your man know he a fan of me
and i know for a fact that your made only fan account

what you mad about 
y’all ain’t got shit to brag about
i got max stamina too quick I’m full on mana but 
i’m still choppin heads these rappers dead they ain’t man enough 
put that on imaginary, sets you throwing magic up 

BAD BITCH UP ON MY JOHNSON 
KICKIN IN YOUR DOOR YOU’D A THOUGHT THEYD CALLED THE COPS IN
BUT THEY DONT KNOW
BOY BOY BOY I SEE YOU WATCHIN PLOTTIN WIT DA OPPS IMMA MAKE EM ROCK EM SOME RODMANS
WALK-IN WIT MY WALKMAN BACK IN 02 MY OLD CREW REALLY BOUGHT DEM 
PUT ME ON OLD SCHOOL 
HIP HOP MAKE THAT SHIT POP LAY IT ON PRO TOOLS 
I HOPE YOU COULD EVEN GO DO WHAT YOU SUPPOSED TOO

MAX STAMINA [PROD. YZ]

aimin for da head all 2020

produced by @lilnightvision
art by @c3of

lyrics:

we put em pots to the curb 
we hit then block and we swerve 
transfer blunts to da urn 
we make it pop no concerns 
i’m off a couple concertas needa watch what i heard 
body hot as a furnace talking bodies of work

why you talkin in cursive tryna buy verses from  me
yo baby momma going hungry that shit hurt her tummy 
anyways I got my team around me might murder for me
any day 
i sip this henny till i feel better 
i got plenty ways that i could make my rent in less than 7 days 
fuck the feather weights i’m here to make some heavy gains 
throw ya decades on and meet me up at heavens gates 
everyday i wake up and i make the weather change 
through the weight over my shoulder 
hope atleast i make the quota
make a cake out baking soda
that shit wake you up like folgers 
walking through the odors 
got ya jumpin offa sofas 
jump out the window like sosa 
faneto and now it’s over hoe
sober bitch smell the fumes and she overdose 
when I walk in i step over the ropes
soon we be flyin over ocean coasts
threw em overboard over boats

JON LEMON

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