Jah-Monte

[Produced by Kirk Collins]

-Yeah...aye...Alkaline water shit, everytime!-

[Verse 1: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON]
Put some RESPECT on my shit!
This ain't the same "Callis" from back in the day
Advise my Lord to keep a Mac, it ain't safe
Aye, how this your city, you still askin' to play!?
Ask me, that's like a smack-in-the-face
Racks & a 'K
I'm cross the water; International bae!
Fine as fuck, but her attitude stank
Keep my name out these fuckin' "City Rapper" debates
Got my own lane, that shit don't matter to me
I was cut different!
You barely pushing an ounce, what's all this "plug" business?
Shoot at your house for my respect, 'cuz ain't no love in it
Going circles 'round these niggas, like we Ferris Wheelin'
Signed to myself, don't wanna share a million
Call me selfish, call me cocky, call-whatever
Just don't call me without no motherfuckin' cheddar
You ain't tried to put me on, I held vendettas
Aye... This shit ain't no Beretta!!

[Chrous: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON]
To get this fuckin' bread, I made a gesture
He ain't built for this shit, Lordy pleasure
Hard-body God-body, you don't measure
It dont matter where we at, it's whatever!

Go get some fucking bread Lordy, do better
Why you worried 'bout these hoes & you on credit!?
Ain't got no motherfucking time for error
Go get your shit together! (Real Life!!)

[Verse 2: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON]
The City fuckin' hype... ain't dropped in "nothin' nice"
Know the Lordy got the light to keep in touch; The Christ
I ain't trying to build ma, I'm tryna fuck tonight!
Niggas know my name from selling O's, and cutting-(Oh my God! Callis!!)
R.I.P Re, Was touchin' keys like Justin Bright
Send 100 at your bucket, like-
I need a redbone, without a "hands-on", but still hands on
When you got bread, it ain't no friend-zone
She took the Benz home, we in the end-zone
City shit, like Cam Newton
Swine in 'em, look how your man moving... Aye!
Niggas be tellin', like Frank Lucas
Fuck around, and put the eight to him
Your broke ass still eighth-moving?
We in the whole state moving!
Let the smokers get a sample, like they crate using
Fuck around, we in your face stupid!

[Chrous: LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON]
To get this fuckin' bread, I made a gesture
He ain't built for this shit, Lordy pleasure
Hard-body God-body, you don't measure
It dont matter where we at, it's whatever!

Go get some fucking bread Lordy, do better
Why you worried 'bout these hoes & you on credit!?
Ain't got no motherfucking time for error
Go get your shit together! (Real Life!!)

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