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J'Saan & I's first official track release "Not Enough" - available on all streaming services October 1st, 2024. No label [yet].

J'Saan - Not Enough [Prod. RAiNGE] (Unmastered)

Sampled one of my favorite R&B singers of all time [Jill Scott] with J'Saan & he ran tf out of it. 

Gonna re-record it in an official studio sometime soon, but for now, here.

Who iS J'Saan? [Prod. RAiNGE] (Unmastered)

LYRICS:

[Hook]

Tatted up
Rad as fuck
I been on my shit I put dat money up, 
it's addin up
I'm taking buku trips to the bank, 
but I ain't had enough
My bitch a city girl, when she don't get her way, 
she be acting up

My momma ain't got her big house yet, 
So I ain't done enough 
Lil bro had died, that's when I knew I had to run it up
I need that medical, that shit cost, I gotta run it up
I ain't done enough (2x)

[Verse 1]

Fuck that "next up," 
I just do it, I got my check up
Ain't gotta say too much, 
She still gon give that neck up
Need that drank to help my cough,
I don't need a check-up
I'm from New Awlins (New Orleans), nigga I'm stuntin
You just flexed up 

She givin the kid the cudi, 
iFuck'er right, every day & nite
Niggas extra, I just sit back and I play it right 
He had the ball but then he fumbled it,
He ain't play it right
Short the nigga 
then I'ma lie and say I ain't weigh it right 

Shiesty
Should've talked to me nicely
If yeen Al*x*s...you can't be my wifey
Bitches love a nigga who on it, and he icy 
I ain't Gucci, but I'm So Icy, bitch I might be

I'ma get highed up, like 23, I'm in the air
Fuckin right I'm fired UP, light the gas put it in the air
These niggas wired UP, they pillow talkin, 
they tell in there
Don't come around me tellin a nigga bidness 'cause I never care

[Hook]

Tatted up
Rad as fuck
I been on my shit I put dat money up, 
it's addin up
I'm taking buku trips to the bank, 
but I ain't had enough
My bitch a city girl, when she don't get her way, 
she be acting up

My momma ain't got her big house yet, 
So I ain't done enough 
Lil bro had died, that's when I knew I had to run it up
I need that medical, that shit cost, I gotta run it up
I ain't done enough (2x)

[Verse 2]

My momma proud of me, Ma I ain't do nothin yet
On ya daddy grave, I'ma have you on a jet
These niggas ain't on nothin, they only onna net
Might be a rookie nigga but I ball like a vet
I'm in the field I'm makin plays like a Met
Prayin on my downfall, I'ma make em upset
Stuntin on them f*ckn*ggas, I ain't breakin no sweat 
Back in the day if you shitted on me I'ma make you regret

Need my respect, so I give it
When it's deserved, fuck what you heard
I'm on the verge, what's the word?
Fly nigga, but I'm still a nerd
Hood scholar, on the block, playin "curb"
Cookin crack, I put it in a pot and stir it
I'm way too fire wit this shit, well-assured
Tatted and I'm snappin til I'm inna dirt

Not Enough [Prod. RAiNGE] (Unmastered)

LYRICS:

Bayybe know she got a KING like coretta
I was down as fuck, na I'm up I'm feelin betta
Down on my luck, I felt stuck, I needed chedda
Hadta learn my lessons, earn my stripes, 
Just like a letta-MAN

Neva lost faith, dis shit fate, dis God plan
iDont take bait, deez niggas fake, I'm a odd man
I'm onna mic Rainge onna boards, like Rodman
When I'm up my team gon eat I luh my squad man

I'ma keep goin, la nigga no i caint stop
You could keep dat Heineken,
I'ma wait til I get summo drop
Niggas swear dey hot, fucknigga, I think NOT
I'ma hot nigga, so you know I got my block hot

Run up and my brudda glock gon make ya dance, 
cha cha
Please dont make em SLIDE, rather peace 
Fuck dat rara
We dont run and HIDE, we just dont want no drama
Cause nigga when it's up I bet dat nigga find yo mama

Call me Saan Stockton, I'ma real dimer
Getcho fuckin ROLL ON, I'm a big tymer
Tellat bitch ta HOL ON, I might wantcho momma
Tellat nigga ta HOL ON, don't move fast I got trauma

Vow ta tell no LIE, real trauma in my brain
Watched my brudda DIE, 
Eva since, aint been da same 
Keep 3 eyes open, know dis shit is not a game
My heart is innis shit, dont give a FUCK about no fame

Fa dat clout, niggas fuck around and crash OUT
Dont fw Brixx or yung slugga, they a lash OUT
Swea dem niggas gangsta, I'm a thug, finna cash OUT
Music fulla drugs, swea a nigga need a stash house

1 of a kind, to dat hate I pay no mind
Money on mind, feel like wayne in twenty-05
I don't fuck dem hoes, 
So dat bayybe caint be mine
I'ma fuck da game, make it rain, wayne in 09

Verse 2

Fuck dat clout gimme da chain
I'ma let my nuts hang 
fuck da game I'ma leave a nut stain
I'ma fuck'er hard I gotta make sho she feel my pain
I don't do da gimmicks no dis shit is not a game

Slugga me and brix Hot Boys, know we ridin
Fuckniggas throwin stones, but they hands they hidin
Saan rollin stone, finna be on, yehh I got it
Wasn't this fie when I started but na I got it

Betta have dat aim nigga if you let dat bitch bang
I don't need no fame, bitch I'm all about my change
Know I luhh my gang, I caint change, fuck da fame
Fuck em, Niggas trash, niggas dumb, niggas lame
Fuck em, niggas hoes, anythang fa a name
Fuck em, niggas hating cause dey bitches know my name
You know I don't give a fuck, fuck crazy
I'm insane
And my brudda really like dat, 
I ain't een gotta explain

They dont want no drama only hard on innanet
We just gettin money, allat tuff shit, we ain't into dat
Dis shit ain't a race but if it was bitch I'm winnin dat
Everything I make too fuckin fie gotta spin it back 
Every day I thank God I'm dis and neva dem
Way above da rim! Real fuckin trim
Real fuckin reaper gimme my scythe call me Grim
Niggas outta mind outta sight who is dem?

Give it a minute, soon they gon know it's us
Give it a minute, soon they gon know it's us
I'ma have us onna moon, they gon know it's us
We some fuckin tycoons, they gon know it's us

Get dat money, maintain, fuck fame

Who iS J'Saan? (xxxtended)/Trauma

nomansland prod swayzii

(Chorus + Hook)

Ay
You could see I'm feeling great
Yehh bay you doing great
I'ma put ya ass in a wraith

I'm giving her good dick
Got her putting on good weight
My clique be too real
These niggas? They can't relate

Know I'm the one fareal
I'm kickin this shit fareal 

(Verse 1)

Know I'm the one
Saan Tiger Woods with this shit, hole in 1
Know some niggas that's hating, 
wanna be me, It's only 1
Only 1 me on this earth, like Kyrie, 1 and done
Tell yo bitch come fuck with us
She know you ain't no fun
I'ma stick this dick all in her stomach, make her run
At that point she not for you nomore, now you my son
Way too fuckin fire and I swear I just begun
Nigga I been the one

(Chorus + Hook)

Ay
You could see I'm feeling great
Yehh bay you doing great
I'ma put ya ass in a wraith

I'm giving her good dick
Got her putting on good weight
My clique be too real
These niggas? They can't relate

Know I'm the one fareal
I'm kickin this shit fareal 

(Verse 2)

Promethazine for my post traumatic, no Henny
Sound like I'm leaning, my bitch dramatic, like Jenny
Flow fully automatic, when I spit that shit, no semi 
I'ma make some noise, yea you gon hear me, 
like a hemi

Been the 1, not the 2, 
I get shit crackin like a 5th of hen
We on our shit, we don't do no bargaining,
We bidnessmen (businessmen)
Been had niggas hating on me, 
Like Curtis Jackson on "Many Men"
I just make my dollars, fuck they 2 cents
Niggas be pennymen

Father forgive 'em,
for they know not who they pushing Lord
Father forgive me,
if my brudda gotta send 'em to ya Lord
I'ma keep you close you know my heart, 
we don't wanna do it Lord
On Dom & Mere, got 8, got SslugzZ
We don't need no bodyguard 

I'm speakin my truth and that's on Ruth
We ain't ever gotta act hard
Niggas think they know me, this a whole new deck
And you can't pull a card
I'ma pop my shit, they just talk shit
Ain't shit, I disregard
I feel too good, I know I'm great
Got drank, I'm fully charged

(Chorus + Hook)

Ay
You could see I'm feeling great
Yehh bay you doing great
I'ma put ya ass in a wraith

I'm giving her good dick
Got her putting on good weight
My clique be too real
These niggas? They can't relate

Know I'm the one fareal
I'm kickin this shit fareal 

[Outro]

I'm the one

The One (Fareal) [Prod. RAiNGE]

[ Lyircs ]

[ J'Saan ]

Niggas ain’t stuntin like us 
I want that keisha, no tuss 
I’m making niggas adjust

Ain’t bout no money that’s end of discussion
Gotta hit Lu if you want it by the dozen
Smokin on headband, gave ya a concussion 
Flow get her wet and she love the percussion

Beat up that pussy, it bite back
That kitty got grip, yea I like that
I really went broke, got it right back
Fuckniggas be lying, they ain’t like that

Yea I been the 1, yea I show off
For me it ain’t nothing to get a flow off
Niggas think they on it, they so off 
Niggas thinking they know me, they so off

Nigga how you gon say I got lucky?
I put my wrist in this shit
I was way down in the pit
Niggas get pussy and quit

Point God I got vision 
Cookin this shit in my kitchen
No I don’t need permission
For them riches I be itching
Fuck a hero I’m a villain 

V!LLA!N [feat. stunt.lulu]

J'Saan

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