Me and Jo been arguing up on my days off.
He told me that you’re sick but don’t quit your day job.
This rap shit’s sick but I ain’t getting paid off.
I guess I gotta show them niggas what I’m made of.
I call my bro when I need something for take off.
I bill it up and then we great British bake off.
It’s Jordy not Jordan, chat to me im… that isn’t something that I say for the sake of.

The nerve of niggas thinking they’re in a beef with me, I call Tj twice and that’s like 5 million streams.
The truth is every other day I got cuzzy saying stick at it. I don’t like rapping, I'm just sick at it.

I don’t like rapping, I'm just sick at it.
I don’t like rapping, I'm just…
Every other day I got cuzzy saying stick at it.

Yo, I don’t think that I can change if I tried to.
My girl’s like “why?”, it’s ‘cause I tried to.
The last ting that let me down I said bye too.
She has to find another shoulder she could cry too.
I don’t know what it is man I’m probably childish.
but i know i can’t wife a ting if my darg hit.
A ting try say that weren’t nice of me, bitch you better find a mu’fucking time machine.
I’m in the game now, they're calling me a rhyme machine.
A couple of my co-workers need a lie machine.
Or a lie detector, I ain’t taking break dancing nah but Jordy stepped up, I kept it low like Pepstar.
I can never beg ‘cause I’m still a man.
I know niggas that are richer than me that I’m realer than.
I got people telling me that I should be the bigger man.
But when I think about forgiving I just get the shivers man.
I got people that are praying on my downfall too.
But if I ever make it rain, they’re in that downpour too.
My nigga told me do raps, now my headline show is too packed and now we’re looking like outlaws too.



I prayed all night alone.
On and on.
On and on.
On and on.
On and on.
I prayed.

I’m God-fearing first.
The backhanded compliments you know I hear ‘em first.
When a real nigga speaks man when I’m hearing church.
All your actions ain’t the same as they appear with words. I’m only hear words.
I’m tryna navigate around the entitled, who the fuck am I to argue with the bible?
A man tried drop the shoulder but I read it, I know I should forgive and forget but forget it.
I know what I bring to the table, give me credit.
‘Cause I can bring my own table, I don’t need to beg it.
I want money and revenge, nothing less. I’ve lowered my expectations on everything but a cheque.

Everything but a cheque, everything but respect.