Ladies and gentlemen
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I go by the name of Jae Millz
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Justin Case, Marlyn New York City
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That¡¯s it
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It¡¯s really here
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I¡¯m a father who¡¯s child in this world livin¡¯
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Just chillin¡¯, spittin¡¯
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This verse from my iPhone just ringin¡¯
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My lyrics get mo¡¯ po¡¯ in the oda I¡¯m getting
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Young niggas like, what can I give ¡®em? Like wisdom
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Oh, not to mention some dope ass music you can play when you¡¯re getting dressed
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Man, it¡¯s like I make theme music for getting fresh
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Smoke medicated every day, fuck a cigarette
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You would think I was Mike¡¯s son, I got all the Jords
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Sneaker boxes galore, my closet have a storage waz
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Somebody feel they in need, they could come record
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I look the new world¡¯s mirror and asked who was the doppest you ever saw in the city
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I¡¯m a father who¡¯s child in this world livin¡¯
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Still chillin¡¯, still tryna remain sucker free and get this chicken
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My new Sedan hard like MOP halls
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And it¡¯s still MOP, yea, money over pigeons
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Ain¡¯t no all on my marble floors, baby I ain¡¯t slippin¡¯
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I enticin¡¯ in yo game showin¡¯ Givens
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But my birthday in this year, in Houston I was double cup
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Throbe on, that¡¯s disrespectful to pimpin¡¯ if I wasn¡¯t sippin¡¯
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That¡¯s just G shit, fuck a rap song
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Ask Bun if you think I¡¯m just puttin¡¯ words in rap form
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My sline ain¡¯t gave me a chance in the platform
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Now my town hype cuz a fool is what I act for
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Yea, Yankee feel it, low cuts
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Spend mo¡¯ money on my belt than the jeans they holdin¡¯ up
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Like my ex down in the dust, I don¡¯t care how she holdin¡¯ up
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Humor from a beamered up bus so who¡¯s the real asshole?
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It¡¯s You
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| Jae Millz |
