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SOB Video (MV)




Performed By: Jwittit
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Jason Witteveen




Jwittit - SOB Lyrics




Ay someone hand me the mic
Check check cheque
Everything seems to be in order
OK

Counting a cheque , I ain't talking cash
Just hand me the mic I'm never gon never pass

I've been living for free in these rappers lil heads
I'm the best thats a 100 just look at my dash

It's too fast for the hopers the dreamers
If you don't don't believe you then ima go send you a mask

Get to the racks, I'm sick of the talk
Get me bored I want more action on task

Hey
I got a business, let me pitch this
Come drink some hibiscus with your Mrs
You wouldn't want to miss this

Chuck this disc in like its discus
Eat a few biscuits and listen to my big hits
The prediction?

Well gods vision
Thats my position,
Any second im blow like a nuclear fission

And my mass is bigger
Imagine rappjng my figures
Put myself up on the map
And all these rappers getting triggered

Counting a cheque , I ain't talking cash
Just hand me the mic I'm never gon never pass

I've been living for free in these rappers lil heads
I'm the best thats a 100 just look at my dash

It's too fast for the hopers the dreamers
If you don't don't believe you then ima go send you a mask

Get to the racks, I'm sick of the talk
Get me bored I want more action on task

Talk about the way I've been living as of late
Yea I Got a bit of food up on the dinner plate
These rappers inner state is in a state cuz they minute made they better move interstate
Before I rip them off the page

I'm like the weatherman of rap
Yea I went around the map
With my little pen and pad
I made it rain with a scratch

Got some hail in my mail
I got sun in my eyes
A list of a million reasons in my pocket for why I smile

(You )
Just witnessed, the business of a kid who got on the rich list, just from selling a little ticket

(Meee)
Washed off the mud became a boss from the fruits of my labour I'm winning

I don't stand on my feet I stand on my business
Mother F*ck your opinion

Ahh I love being me
Ha haaaaaa

Skeeet
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Ay someone hand me the mic
Check check cheque
Everything seems to be in order
OK

Counting a cheque , I ain't talking cash
Just hand me the mic I'm never gon never pass

I've been living for free in these rappers lil heads
I'm the best thats a 100 just look at my dash

It's too fast for the hopers the dreamers
If you don't don't believe you then ima go send you a mask

Get to the racks, I'm sick of the talk
Get me bored I want more action on task

Hey
I got a business, let me pitch this
Come drink some hibiscus with your Mrs
You wouldn't want to miss this

Chuck this disc in like its discus
Eat a few biscuits and listen to my big hits
The prediction?

Well gods vision
Thats my position,
Any second im blow like a nuclear fission

And my mass is bigger
Imagine rappjng my figures
Put myself up on the map
And all these rappers getting triggered

Counting a cheque , I ain't talking cash
Just hand me the mic I'm never gon never pass

I've been living for free in these rappers lil heads
I'm the best thats a 100 just look at my dash

It's too fast for the hopers the dreamers
If you don't don't believe you then ima go send you a mask

Get to the racks, I'm sick of the talk
Get me bored I want more action on task

Talk about the way I've been living as of late
Yea I Got a bit of food up on the dinner plate
These rappers inner state is in a state cuz they minute made they better move interstate
Before I rip them off the page

I'm like the weatherman of rap
Yea I went around the map
With my little pen and pad
I made it rain with a scratch

Got some hail in my mail
I got sun in my eyes
A list of a million reasons in my pocket for why I smile

(You )
Just witnessed, the business of a kid who got on the rich list, just from selling a little ticket

(Meee)
Washed off the mud became a boss from the fruits of my labour I'm winning

I don't stand on my feet I stand on my business
Mother F*ck your opinion

Ahh I love being me
Ha haaaaaa

Skeeet
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Writer: Jason Witteveen
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