Jean Jacket

(الألبوم: Tell The Truth: Shame The Devil - 2017)

In this bitch freaking this Mild
You know how I get it

In the booth in this jean jacket (jean jacket)
Shit feeling like a straight jacket (straight jacket)
Going crazy from the madness (yeah)
Tryna appeal to the masses (masses)
Artists nowadays is new slaves (New slaves)
Tryna appeal to the masters (Masters)
Tap dancing to get a check
Who can run to it faster (Faster)
Labels putting labels on me (Labels on me)
Haters still hating on me (Hating on me)
But I gotta make a way (Make a way)
Cause my fans been waiting on me (Waiting on me)
And they don't understand all the politics (Politics)
Got me stressing but they don't even acknowledge it (Acknowledge it)
Just wanna fill my brain with a hollow tip (Hollow tip)
Got a nigga mind on some suicidal shit

The devil working, his demons lurking
Distracting me from my purpose (purpose)
I admit I been a little off
Fell back, been a little lost
Needed time off just to find myself
Found myself was the real wealth (real wealth)
All this gold sitting on the shelf (shelf)
But I'd rather wear it on my neck (my neck)
Industry want me to change (change)
But I'd rather wear my respect
All these thoughts I be battling
Codeine in my abdomen (Abdomen)
Picking up habits from my addict friends (Addict friends)
Another victim to the peer pressure (Peer pressure)
Wonder if God see me any lesser
With this whole pint sitting on the dresser
They say life come at you fast (Fast)
But lately its looking real slow
They say this high make you feel good (Good)
But lately its feeling real low (Real low)
Tryna find ways to deal with the depression, confession
My own self blocking my progression
Distracted I blocked my own blessings (life lessons)
Worry 'bout yourself fuck the rest of them

In the booth in this jean jacket (Jean jacket)
Shit feeling like a straight jacket (Straight jacket)
Going crazy from the madness (Yeah)
Tryna appeal to the masses (Masses)
Artists nowadays is new slaves (New slaves)
Tryna appeal to the masters (Masters)
Tap dancing to get a check
Who can run to it faster (Faster)
Labels putting labels on me (Labels on me)
Haters still hating on me (Hating on me)
But I gotta make a way (Make a way)
Cause my fans been waiting on me (Waiting on me)
And they don't understand all the politics (Politics)
Got me stressing but they don't even acknowledge it (Acknowledge it)
Just wanna fill my brain with a hollow tip (Hollow tip)
Got a nigga mind on some suicidal shit

Nigga, I'm so dope (so dope)
B.C.G. mogul (mogul)
Built it from the soil
Being myself on these records (records)
That's what made Ross hit my phone (Phone)
That's what got me a new home (Home)
Went and got the Ghost two-tone (Tone)
And I drive that bitch reckless (Yeah yeah)
Drophead for the hecklers (Hecklers)
Middle finger, get the message (Fuck niggas)
Not Melle Mel, but I'm hip hop (Hip hop)
Chuck D with a gold watch (Gold watch)
D-Boy move the whole block
Destroy and rebuild (Build)
You dig me like a hole in the field (field)
Six feet when I go for the kill
Give'm the tip like it come with the bill (Bill)
B.C.G. logo right over the bill (First thing)
When you get money what the hell is a mil (Mil)
Potbelly papi I ain't missing a meal (Yeah)
Aiesha got the cookbook, no curry
My kids living good now, no worry
Cleared all the clouds out, no flurries
Cleared all the clowns out, back sturdy (get out)

In the booth in this jean jacket (Jean jacket)
Shit feeling like a straight jacket (Straight jacket)
Going crazy from the madness (Yeah)
Tryna appeal to the masses (Masses)
Artists nowadays is new slaves (New slaves)
Tryna appeal to the masters (Masters)
Tap dancing to get a check
Who can run to it faster (Faster)
Labels putting labels on me (Labels on me)
Haters still hating on me (Hating on me)
But I gotta make a way (Make a way)
Cause my fans been waiting on me (Waiting on me)
And they don't understand all the politics (Politics)
Got me stressing but they don't even acknowledge it (Acknowledge it)
Just wanna fill my brain with a hollow tip (Hollow tip)
Got a nigga mind on some suicidal shit

45 on my back now, that jersey