ANGELA BASSETT

Yo wh- I’m not talking to you
When I’m famous, don’t even try to fucking jack me my nigga, deadass

[Verse 1: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON, Oscar Hosts]
Watch this
Woo
Feel like you
Aye
I’m the one who put it on but it’s fuck me though
Was wylin like Steve-O (Wylin)
The haters peering me through Vevo (Nah they are)
Watch me pulling they hair like they going through chemo (Going through it)
Summer months coming up so we both going keto
Glass of Prosecco, shorty want two shots of Tito’s (I got you)
I’m used to picking up the check at Portofino's
Now I pick up that check and I stuff it inside my Chinos (I do)
40 years in the game, you’ll bet I’m Al Pacino (I am)
No weapons formed against me should prosper (Oh no)
Could pop some champagne with the champions near the lockers (On God)
Whole weekend [?] was ‘sposed to go to [?] (I ain’t even know)
So my ex can see me shine on the timeline, I never blocked her (Kellis old bean-head ass)
Switch the tape like she KD, I’m updating the roster (Oh nah, get out of here)
I should’ve won but they gave Jamie Lee Curtis the Oscar
The Oscar goes to…Jamie Lee Cutris!
I never terrify a person, you the worst
I had to do it first to show and prove the universe
I’ll school you like a student nurse
You need a tutor for this work
I need it brand new like grand pool, you know the truth gon hurt (Oh you gon feel it)
Now that the Dominicans run the bank
To everybody who supporting, feeding Halima I say thanks
On a scale from 1 to 10 for the best dick on where I rank?
When I die my bitch gon cry and she gon lie, I was insane
Don’t get my game from podcasts or take advice from Andrew Tate
Straight out the gate, will have your grandmothers selling fish plates (You right)
Charlie Douglass switch states says love but slick hate
For that mixtape that reached out but I hit they ass with the big brake (That bread)
Rolex with the big face this shit’s a kid’s race
Talking bad on my name, bitch how that pig taste (How?)
On the road [?] we hit like six states (Outta here)
Check your email for the shits and dates

[Interlude: Reviewers]
So um, in this music video, uh, Jahmonte sits center stage gazed upon both the audience and what appears to be a black woman painting his portrait
It’s ironic cuz in this track Jahmonte offers us an image of his inner monologue
Each word is a stroke closer to delivering the sonic image of a man grappling some things that may or may not be resolved at the end of the track
These range from the seemingly minuscule missteps and encounters
Quote, “some queens may drop some screenshots cuz I be tweaking, I try”
Why he quote that?
(Laughter)
Let’s go, no, I like it

[Verse 2: Denzel Davon]
Yo
Check
Bad pack, rolling something smell like lumberjack in a laundromat
Green thing smoking culdesac
All black leather strap, I keep the blicky in that
Some might say I’m a stud they way I put it on
Fuck her for a hour long
Sing her like she money long
Need a time machine, I bring the real back
Niggas want that feel back
Coach em like I’m feel Jack, six of em plus five
I’m on time, nigga this is all grind, I’m gon shine
I got two with a possible on the way
I hope you niggas don’t think it’s safe and that I’m coming to play
I need the bread like andale
[?]
I’m on the verge, I’m on the edge bitch
Bunk like a terrorist
Bars hard, cooking up these verses like asparagus
No need to flex up on me nigga I’m aware of this
Hard work pays off and you niggas laid off
Stay up on your day job
Pushing buttons, [?]