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Jon - Flight Risk (feat. Tony Grands) Lyrics




I do everything myself
Haha! No help
Wait, maybe just a feature
Uncle Grands it's time to spell
Out this message for these stupid assholes
And they buddies
I came from nothing to stunting
I'm getting clean and you rusting
Just stay believing and trusting
Throw shots at me I'm adjusting
Then I dodge them with the quickness
All these beats? I conducted
I'm just giving bitches business
I won't give nobody inches
Keep that savage in my britches
Leave these rappers in a ditch and then I
Go
Woah, woah
You don't know
Who I am? With your ex (X)
Making moves, like Tic Tac Toe
Let me take your ass to Heaven
Salt and pepper, little lemon
It's my season, little lesson
I believe in what I'm repping and you
Don't
Old school
Kind of show
Now I really got the flow
I'm a youngin with the flex
I'm 17 and counting dough
Shouts out to everyone who doubts me
Yeah, I need you all to know
Middle finger in your face
It's getting older as I grow
Never go back
Zip lock bag tip topped with crack
And I run away problems
Like I'm going on track
Going on tracks
With Nike's Air Mags
Just lay me down a beat and then I'm loading up my mag
Laying down the gas that you inhale up off a rag
Come up with words like a thesaurus
I'm rapping ain't got no chorus
I'm seeking out all my signs
May day baby
I'm a taurus
If you proceed then do with caution
I'm camping out with a Thompson
Inhaling some special toxins
I have to, ain't had no option

Hold up wait
Trap rap
Show the bait
Clap back
Swole up face
Back track
Know your place
Niggas be swearin they're obstacles
Barely a glare in my opticals
Say it's unfair, could be possible
But I still ain't sharing my popsicles
What I got to lose
Same amount of shit that I got to prove
Getting high as hell while I watch the news
On top of dudes
Like cockatoos
We cock and squeeze
They drop and snooze
Where the hoes though
Lightskin nigga with rose glow
Spit hot shit stay froze though
Getting side chick head in a Volvo
My psychic said go slow bro
Move too fast could be costly
They might get dead for the promo
Pump my brakes, back them up off me
I don't chase money and I don't chase females
Hit me later and I'll give you all the details
Matter of face we'll discuss it over emails
Every tip hollow like sea shells
Every chick following the smell
It's the sauce that I drip
Aye
I'm so awesome with this
Aye
F*ck around get tossed off a cliff
On IG live then spark up a spliff
Aye
Smoke until we cough and we spit
Now fall back with all that
Let TG show you how to floss on a bitch
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I do everything myself
Haha! No help
Wait, maybe just a feature
Uncle Grands it's time to spell
Out this message for these stupid assholes
And they buddies
I came from nothing to stunting
I'm getting clean and you rusting
Just stay believing and trusting
Throw shots at me I'm adjusting
Then I dodge them with the quickness
All these beats? I conducted
I'm just giving bitches business
I won't give nobody inches
Keep that savage in my britches
Leave these rappers in a ditch and then I
Go
Woah, woah
You don't know
Who I am? With your ex (X)
Making moves, like Tic Tac Toe
Let me take your ass to Heaven
Salt and pepper, little lemon
It's my season, little lesson
I believe in what I'm repping and you
Don't
Old school
Kind of show
Now I really got the flow
I'm a youngin with the flex
I'm 17 and counting dough
Shouts out to everyone who doubts me
Yeah, I need you all to know
Middle finger in your face
It's getting older as I grow
Never go back
Zip lock bag tip topped with crack
And I run away problems
Like I'm going on track
Going on tracks
With Nike's Air Mags
Just lay me down a beat and then I'm loading up my mag
Laying down the gas that you inhale up off a rag
Come up with words like a thesaurus
I'm rapping ain't got no chorus
I'm seeking out all my signs
May day baby
I'm a taurus
If you proceed then do with caution
I'm camping out with a Thompson
Inhaling some special toxins
I have to, ain't had no option

Hold up wait
Trap rap
Show the bait
Clap back
Swole up face
Back track
Know your place
Niggas be swearin they're obstacles
Barely a glare in my opticals
Say it's unfair, could be possible
But I still ain't sharing my popsicles
What I got to lose
Same amount of shit that I got to prove
Getting high as hell while I watch the news
On top of dudes
Like cockatoos
We cock and squeeze
They drop and snooze
Where the hoes though
Lightskin nigga with rose glow
Spit hot shit stay froze though
Getting side chick head in a Volvo
My psychic said go slow bro
Move too fast could be costly
They might get dead for the promo
Pump my brakes, back them up off me
I don't chase money and I don't chase females
Hit me later and I'll give you all the details
Matter of face we'll discuss it over emails
Every tip hollow like sea shells
Every chick following the smell
It's the sauce that I drip
Aye
I'm so awesome with this
Aye
F*ck around get tossed off a cliff
On IG live then spark up a spliff
Aye
Smoke until we cough and we spit
Now fall back with all that
Let TG show you how to floss on a bitch
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Writer: Jon Sapienza, Tony Granderas
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