LockJaw (Extendo)

[Hook]
Better knock
‘Fore you come up in the spot
I don’t like surprises
I don’t let it get too hot
Don’t be acting silly
Don’t be stunting like you not
Gon’ and run out on the block
Keep talking your jaw gon’ lock
Better knock
‘Fore you come up in the spot
I don’t like surprises
I don’t let it get too hot
Don’t be acting silly
Don’t be stunting like you not
Gon’ and run out on the block
Keep talking your jaw gon’ lock

[Verse 1]
And I’m gon’ talk my shit
Till the day that I die
Look past my eyes
See all the anguish inside
Might get Lasik on that bitch
I’m high as fuck
I’m hanging on that bitch
While they keep on playing
I don’t switch
I don’t get lazy
I get bored
I’m ADD, I’m impatient
Been rapping out different basements
For years I done got my training
Really you not amazing
Quit making these crazy statements
Now I’m just wasting words on paper
But you get what I’m saying
I could do this if I wanted to
I just talk my honest truth
Sometimes irresponsible
I ain’t gon’ give up on what I got
Know who you’re talking to
Bitch you sound illogical
Show me what that noggin do
Bitch

[Hook]
Better knock
‘Fore you come up in the spot
I don’t like surprises
I don’t let it get too hot
Don’t be acting silly
Don’t be stunting like you not
Gon’ and run out on the block
Keep talking your jaw gon’ lock

[Verse 2]
If this my last day on earth then
I just wanna fight
Ain’t nothing gon hurt
If we already gotta die
I been already had this speck up in my eye
I ain’t doing fine
Not even alright
But
I’m just holding on for dear life
I never want to get onto this ride
But now I’m at the top and bout to fly
I been that guy
Since I was smaller than a fry
Ever since they seen me fall from out the sky
I swear to God I been the shit bruh
I been locked in for some months
And I’m about to come out with some hits bruh
It’s like all I want for Christmas
Is a brand new smoking mirror
And the ability to use my mind clearer
I’m still God-fearing
I still walk up in the spot
Like I ain’t eat dinner
But I’m bout to eat this beat for dinner
Who you kidding
Who you calling little
You go crying to your mom
Well I already played my fiddle