Rowdy (feat. Jordan, NeMe, Yung Beezy & Malachiyah) - Jahleel

It's D-Beezy Baby This is some real life shit I ain't just wake up one day and start writing shit I been working on it since wearing diapers That's why i'm cold and all my lyrics is fire They know i'm a real life threat I step in the building, i grab the attention I step to the microphone, murder the session Give everyone dap and then exit the building Like fuck is a conversation Man the money been waiting on me man Might of took a second just to learn it Now i gotta habit, i just gotta touch it man So ain't no discussion 'less it is the subject That's a tip from niggas that be thuggin' man If you focus on it, guaranteed to grow it Or you steady hoping, wishing, wondering Hell nah, nah hell nah ay Hope you understand Had to create my plan Made myself the man Cooler than a fan This that late night jam Told me i couldn't but i can Everything is for the fam Making nothing but gems just hold out your hand Never taught the ropes Holding on to hope Used to choke on every word i spoke Haters wishing they can have me revoked Bottled up the pain, it comes as i write Momma had to teach me ways to be polite Despite she was always sad No man can claim me, i was made in a lab Hit that button and watch me spazz I be speaking at the mic I be chasing these checks like Nike No mario but she want the pipe Rolling backwoods just to get through the night Confident in myself, i feel luckier than a charm Make some space i gotta stretch out my arms Gotta get the bag, i don't care how long Circle stay small no ping pong Year later, they screaming he's on And now they wanna watch me Kicking shit up like Rock Lee Switching the diet we only eat broccoli Self made niggas, only reason we cocky If you having trouble you can go ahead and copy I can hear them hating through the sound Just tryna get the bag and make my momma proud I hate keeping promises, i rather keep vows But you know i Hope you understand Had to create my plan Made myself the man Cooler than a fan This that late night jam Told me i couldn't but i can Everything is for the fam Making nothing but gems just hold out your hand Hope you understand Had to create my plan Made myself the man Cooler than a fan This that late night jam Told me i couldn't but i can Everything is for the fam Making nothing but gems just hold out your hand Stacking stacking stacking stacking up I'm like a greedy nigga steady snacking I been busting busting my ass day and night It ain't no need to ask me how it happen Cuz it took a lot And i can't put words to this shit, if i wanted that's something it's not Somebody told me it'd never be easy a long time ago but i prolly forgot Cuz i took the shit hard as hell When i put my music out and spread the word but it was hard to sell Everybody said they loved my shit but ain't shared my shit Or even listen it was hard to tell Don't make a difference, cuz i know that it's the shit And it's prepared so well That i promise you can barely tell Matter fact by the time you get about this far in the song Shit you already used to the smell And that's on purpose Hope you understand Had to create my plan Made myself the man Cooler than a fan This that late night jam Told me i couldn't but i can Everything is for the fam Making nothing but gems just hold out your hand

Blame it on Monstah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, 2020 Corvette Bet it equal more sex 40 on my lap, pussy nigga, what's a car jack? (What's a car jack?) Choppa in the Lambo ('Bo) That's a lamb chop Young nigga habit still hanging with the have-nots (yeah) Rollin' 6-0s (oh) In the 6-4 (in the fo') Got some young niggas still quick to pull a kick do' (a kick do') With a baddie in the Wraith (in the Wraith) Even while I watch the stars (yeah) Still a hood nigga, still actin' like I'm not a star I'm still a hood nigga, that's just something I can't get rid of All my partners selling gas and I ain't talking 'bout no fill ups This lil' bitch gon' eat my sausage 'til she catch the fuckin' hiccups Don't call my phone if you ain't talking 'bout no money 'Cause I ain't gon' pick up I been eating likе a bitch, my pockets full and I can't sit up Bragging like you put in work Next thing you know that boy got hit up (uh-uh) My grind is onе of a kind I got a good pick of the litter (yeah, yeah, yeah) Leave my text up on that bitch then she started acting bitter (she stupid) In the drop top If you say a smoke out, you get hot box I told 'em send a message, bring his necklace then he got shot Lil' mama got that ass make you jump just like a hopscotch These niggas want me gone 'cause Lil' Yella in the top spot Yeah, 2020 Corvette Bet it equal more sex 40 on my lap, pussy nigga, what's a car jack? (What's a car jack?) Choppa in the Lambo ('Bo) That's a lamb chop Young nigga habit still hanging with the have-nots (yeah) Rollin' 6-0s (oh) In the 6-4 (in the fo') Got some young niggas still quick to pull a kick do' (a kick do') With a baddie in the Wraith (in the Wraith) Even while I watch the stars (yeah) Still a hood nigga, still actin' like I'm not a star Been-been-been hard on a ho I been the truth just like yo' mama said Watch-watch yo' fuckin' mouth I'm from the South, you spend yo' mama bread Pu-pu-pussy get a lotta head I-I-I come with expenses, 40 inches Ho, these ain't extensions Bi-bitch I'm with the pimpin' I-I-I gotta go, I'ma give you the ho But you do what you want when you with her (on God) 'Cause I know what she like, and she want me to wife But I told her I'm cold like the winter (I'm cold like the winter) I told her I'm good but she still on a pill And she all on the flo' and she geekin' (Huh) I told her to come when she get it together, she be wildin' out for no reason Look, 2020 Lambo (Lambo) They trap out the bando (okay) He roll up the camo (huh) with the strap, he got the ammo Pour-pour-pour me up the Tito (Tito) Hot-hot just like a Cheeto (hey) Walk up on my partner with that choppa, you get debo 2020 Corvette Bet it equal more sex 40 on my lap, pussy nigga, what's a car jack? (What's a car jack?) Choppa in the Lambo ('Bo) That's a lamb chop Young nigga habit still hanging with the have-nots (yeah) Rollin' 6-0s (oh) In the 6-4 (in the fo') Got some young niggas still quick to pull a kick do' (a kick do') With a baddie in the Wraith (in the Wraith) Even while I watch the stars (yeah) Still a hood nigga, still actin' like I'm not a star Yeah, wa-watch me scratch off in the 'Rari ('Rari) And I'm strapped up with a condom, tell that lil' bitch go to Maury And no sir, out them panties, said the lil' nigga got hardy (hardy) On my mama I was 13 bringing hammers in the party (party) Sneaking in the cabinet getting drunk off some Bacardi (yeah) I played that bitch back and you would think I was a artist (artist) Back in school serving packs, every day I'm damn near tardy Got gals in my Ed Hardy, she gotta good head on her Lil' mama a headhunter, young trapper, I'm dead honest Lil' nigga, I'm bread hunting, lil' baby got legs on her My car souped up, before the fame I was billy couped up Haters gouped up, but ain't nan nigga gon' come do nothin' 2020 Corvette Bet it equal more sex 40 on my lap, pussy nigga, what's a car jack? (What's a car jack?) Choppa in the Lambo ('Bo) That's a lamb chop Young nigga habit still hanging with the have-nots (yeah) Rollin' 6-0s (oh) In the 6-4 (in the fo') Got some young niggas still quick to pull a kick do' (a kick do') With a baddie in the Wraith (in the Wraith) Even while I watch the stars (yeah) Still a hood nigga, still actin' like I'm not a star