作词 : Joshua Stephens
作曲 : Joshua Stephens
Don't do it for fame (Repeated)

And I could never drop from the cloud
Not 9 but the top with the crown on my side
Got shots for these clowns withe Glocks allegedly
Pop 2 shots in his snout, Penelope
And he could never ever be a better me
If you put him next to me, compare then he a feather me
I'm never ever scared to let the kettle heat
When I hear the whistle I'ma hit em' with the pedigree
I keep it high like the melody
Niggas tryna duck I'm a goose
It's a felony
Tryna get the racks by the centipede
Nigga I'm a truck here's the proof get in front of me
I hit him with the curfew (lights out)
Hit him with the 1-1 I could put Mike out
They really want J Mind to put the mic down
Cause J Mind got the might sound

Bars a heavy load
Compete then I'm putting yo head to the road
I am too nasty infected the flow
According to fans I'm expected to blow
To all the mans who protecting the door
I'm breaking the hands who neglected the floor
The fridge accurately reflected my flow
I'm Cold no stone Give the cream not a cone and I'm gone

Never could I ever stop
I'm a roller coaster that will never drop
You poke as hard as you can
Cause I am the man who will never pop
I got a plan
Laying my head on that pillow on top
I left Japan
Cause if I go back they put me on a plane (Kamikaze)
Cause they heard me rap
They see that I'm fire I'm changing the game
I give a tap
It rattle the map and now I am the one to blame
I give a track and it is not trap
But it got you feeling the same
Thi not a dap
This is a slap to all of you lyrical brains, I'm gone
I’m never slack
I keep it a stack to you who comparing my stain
I’m on attack I’m not pulling back I give em a lyrical rain
You is a snack you not worth a rack
The sugar polluting your brain
Im hotter than crack on the stove
They all wanna blow
I’m hot but don’t do it for fame

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