2WENTY 2

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
So, what's going on today?
The ongoing debate, say J-S.A.N.D. to rap is longhorn to steaks
I'm Armstrong of space meets Armstrong of race
My arm strong from weights, I strong arm these tapes
People told me I could no longer prolong the wait
So I send my deepest apologies for the long delay
Any nigga to ever hate it is long gone today
They've gone on to grace for going wrong with J
So if you trying to fuck me over, better cancel your plans
'Cause we can get this shit bouncing like mammary glands
These niggas love to sit and hate, like they can't stand to be fans
They think they big dogs, I teach them how to stand on command
I'm a whole trainer, flow propane, I'm coal, ain't I?
Please stay where you at, 'cause I'm hogging my whole lane up
Better abstain, bruh, 'cause the consequences of fucking with me
Is like sex with no head, a no brainer, shit
I'm not the nigga to be arguing with
You bring beef, you get the smoke, its a barbeque pit
I want respect, and you gon' give me the utmost, right?
Young king, got a demeanor that stuck, most like
Smooth nigga, could really get any model I need
To come here and follow my lead
And even swallow my seed
I'm one of one, ain't nobody else coming out of my breed
I'm in a league of my own, no hoe is out of my league
I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm Kente
You niggas is bitch made, I'm always down to ride for mi gente
Hit the gas, now I'm underneath sensei
You niggas never sonning me, you under me, I'm one of your senseis
Pay attention to what my sixth sense say, 'cause I see dead people when I think of niggas who went against J
They reminisce on money they spent
All four my pockets full, Lil Baby, we been paid
When it's all said and done, I'm knowing my life gon' be the greatest story told
Everything according to plan like it was choreo
Rappers in denial like contestants on The Maury Show, 'cause they can't even see how much they suck, it's a glory hole
They don't want to spar 'cause it's gon' turn into a melee
FIFA with the flow, I be kicking shit like I'm Pelé
Ain't with the play play, 'cause I be chillin 'til a motherfucker pull me to the point of spinning out, I'm like a Beyblade

[Bridge]
Hold on, hold on
Had to cut the beat real quick
There you go talking that shit, you know how lil' get
Me against y'all is an ill fit
You would think I got my toilet at gunpoint with the way that I kill shit
Bad lil' vibe named Dorothy, real thick
She said she feel like home when I'm in it, I make her heels click
Spielberg with words when I'm giving my spiel, shit
Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch!

[Verse 2]
Pass the beat, so I could eat it like wheat thins
I'm seasoning, niggas know I shine like sequins
And grind like weed bins, and dive off deep ends
At times I rhyme like my life depends on it
If nothing else, I'mma do my shit
Even before the cosigns, they knew I was too legit
I'm tryna find intelligent ways to be stupid rich
And have so much cash, I don't know what to do with it
Niggas don't be nobody, but expecting you to be star struck
Hella cocky 'til the fist cock back, not a star struck
Be offering criticism when really, they all bluff
I think J-S.A.N.D. should really switch up his flow, ball, what?
Y'all be acting like this ain't raw talent, like it's all luck
That's why I'm making moves and y'all stuck
These niggas ain't talking turkey, these niggas be jiving, all shooks
But when I drop that new lil' album, you're all fucked