Jar Gang - Da$h

So I’m fighting my cotton mouth with this lemonade

Plan to make it seemed to turn me to a renegade

Pen and page, show 'em I ain’t scared to say shit

How college ain’t for me, and a degree?

I couldn’t chase it

Have to make it

Fuck I look like stressing writing papers, needing cake

And knowing that my fucking talent being wasted, nah

Not me, shout out Nasty Nell

These women and my vices made that cash appeal

Because I’m slipping for the paper, nigga that’s for real

Blunt facing everyday, just tryna catch a thrill

These hoes tell me what I’m spitting, nigga kinda far out

Ran out of weed, told my brother break the jar out

Yeah, told my brother break the jar out

Got no Ls, told that nigga bring the car out

Tell me what I’m spitting is far out

Ran outta weed tell that nigga break the jar out

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Did somebody just come up here?