Jaron - RapPers SwiTch Like SeaSons Lyrics

Niggas mad I got first
I got bags I got worth
Any nigga got a problem
He get dragged out his shirt

You got trash I got work
Bitches nag I got nerve
I got hoodies dropping soon
These white boys bouta go bezerk

I got bills
I got beef
Heard your shit and kissed my teeth
I got bitches in my face like back the f*ck up I can't breathe
I got people in my life that I don't ever want to see
I got voices in my head that you don't ever want to meet

Better get off of me
Please do not talk to me
I want the style back that you got from me
Enough of the copying
I gotta wake them up get them the coffee
Boy I'm a genius a protégée
I cannot beef cause you niggas too soft for me
That's why this shit hard for me
You don't look like a boss to me

I got game who got next
I got love on the west
I got niggas sleeping on just to say that they the best
Hit my plug
He got dank
I got money in the bank
Niggas want to go to war but
I drop bombs
I got tanks
I got squad
They got me
Niggas frauds
They not me
Still ain't getting recognition
Oh my god
C'est la vie
What that broad
Say bout me
I'm a dog
I agree
Niggas say I'm weird as f*ck
Cause I got my own beliefs
Look bitch want to act like she into me
Suck up my energy
Then she gone f*ck with my enemies
All of these niggas they mimic me
Sick of the gimmicks please
Mind, soul, and power the trinity
Bitch I'm beyond the infinity
You cannot limit me
Niggas ain't taking me seriously
I swear this shit was born into me
I'm the epitome
None of your disses offending me

You niggas dummies
I got the status to f*ck on your mommy
You got some baggage you taking a L
Bitch sing and produce like Pharrell
I cannot fail
Stay to myself so you niggas will never catch me up in jail
I just prevail
I got the juice
Bitch I'm a lion
But I spit the truth

Niggas fools
We can dual
Turn his blood into a pool
He want smoke
Blew that shit up in his face
Like a juul
Quit my job
Dropped my school
Lost my mind
Lost my cool
Got impatient sick of waiting couldn't take no Ferris buyle

I got skills
I got heat
I got kills
By the streak
Niggas talking for the soc but you not real
You not street

Not a thug
You a soft
You pull up
You get chalked
Hit his head
Watch him bleed
You my son
You my seed
All these rappers f*ckin goofy on they knees
Watch him plead
Chase him down
Watch him flee
Choke his homie
He can't breathe
Snip his tongue
Set him free
Ima leader
You a sheep
F*ck the world
Too much greed
Wrote a presidential speech
But that shit is out of reach
So I'm gone chill and smoke this weed
Seen a demon couldn't sleep
For a week
Talk is cheap
Lil nigga stop acting
Like a stuntman
I'm a runt man
I got one plan
It's to get rich
And have these f*ck niggas
At my feet like a f*ckin jump man
Need a one dance from a stripper hoe
Niggas pissed off what you trippin for
If it's f*ck me then it's f*ck you
It's reciprocal
Cause the mission grow
But I'm sitting low
Until the top bar
F*ck a cop car
F*ck a fake auto tuning rockstar
Not a trap star
Not original
That shit seasonal