Jamesy. - TX 2-Step Lyrics

It's the...
Mic checkin'
Fake rapper wreckin'

Motherf*ckin' dope spittin' Texan

Knowin' that my day is comin' for me
Any second...

Y'all better start doomsday preppin'

Said if i don't pop..
Bitch you can bet it
I be protestin'
At ya local intersection

Said what's the explanation

I'm too passive-aggressive?

Or the game rigged
Just like the last election

They ask me what i'm doin..

Movin with discretion

This that hit ya momma wit no condom flow
The f*ck was you expectin'

They say they wanna hear me teachin lessons
Any of the motherf*ckin drama, don't sweat it
Any choice you make stick wit it, don't regret it

Anyway i'm high... on devils lettuce

Ya bitch got a young James fetish

We was laughin at ya snapchat story
You was yellin "eskettit!"

I studied my opponents
And ain't none of y'all impressive

I heard that y'all be on that E for Effort

Y'all need to go and get ya shit together
In my drop, i watch em drop
They foldin under pressure

Patience plus persistence
Plus these plans that's so clever,
Equals me and mine
Livin just fine forever

Most these rappers actin
As if they can change the weather
I'm in the room silent
Cause we know i'm way better

It's the...
Mic checkin'
Fake rapper wreckin'

Motherf*ckin' dope spittin' Texan

Knowin' that my day is comin' for me
Any second...

Y'all better start doomsday preppin'

It's the...
Mic checkin'
Fake rapper wreckin'

Motherf*ckin' dope spittin' Texan

Said who the hell you think you disrespectin'?

I have ya core fans
Talkin to you like a peasant