Jim Brown

(Intro)
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown

(Hook)
Most of these niggas goals is to try and fucking put you down
They’ll run up on you, punch you, kick you, throw you to the ground
You need to tell these niggas you part of the dawg pound
If they try and throw shade, juke them Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
If they try and throw shade, juke them Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown

(Verse One)
Why these niggas hating?
Everybody always faking
Backstabbing you on the low
Got more friends than fucking foes
They'll try and take advantage
They’ll tear you off like a bandage
Why you think these fucking rappers
Pouring up drank in the fanta
Drip Drip
Constructive Criticism?
Niggas have never heard of that?
Niggas don’t want you to rap
Niggas want you busting straps
Niggas want you selling crack
Don’t ever knock yourself down
No matter what is the round
You're a dawg, you a hound
These niggas envy you, niggas don’t defend you
They don’t wanna see you, perform at a venue
They don’t wanna see you continue
You’ve been through
So much hate
To your face
But it's not too late
To go get it
Go and live it
Niggas gonna watch you
Niggas gonna stalk you
They just wanna stop you
They dont wanna talk to you
Half these niggas is all talk
They ain’t never walked the walk
They don’t keep that glizzy tucked
These niggas don’t know what is up
If they push a niggas buttons
They could get fucked up
Quit talking that extra shit
You a lame you a bitch

(Hook)
Most of these niggas goals is to try and fucking put you down
They’ll run up on you, punch you, kick you, throw you to the ground
You need to tell these niggas you part of the dawg pound
If they try and throw shade, juke them Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
If they try and throw shade, juke them Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown

(Verse Two)
Don’t let people knock your hustle
If they try to tell em fuck em
They don’t wanna see you stunt
These niggas they wanna front
They are all just insecure
All they do is wipe their tears
All they do is live in fear
They hate themselves in the mirror
Do the milly rock on them
Take the video then press send
If they salty about that
Text them back and ask you mad?
Don’t ever give up your passion
If it’s sports, singing, or rapping
It don’t fucking matter
Don’t stop climbing that ladder
HUH!
They all faking
They just hating
They ain’t yo friend
They’ll take yo pen
And break that shit into pieces
Treat you like feces
They’ll fuck your girl
And make her eat their semen
They’ll steal your man
And suck his dick while doing the handstand
Damn man
Keep your head up like 2Pac
Tell em you don’t give a fuck
Make sure no one tells you stop
Pump your fucking chest up high
Look up at the fucking sky
If these pussy niggas hating
Telling em you have no damn time
Looks like this is my last line

(Hook)
Most of these niggas goals is to try and fucking put you down
They’ll run up on you, punch you, kick you, throw you to the ground
You need to tell these niggas you part of the dawg pound
If they try and throw shade, juke them Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
If they try and throw shade, juke them Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown
Ah Oou, Jim Brown