NEGATIVE

[Verse 1: Jamar Rose]
This ain't J with a music beat, you gon end up fool to me
Asking for my drop, so you can get bodied foolishly
I’ve been at the top in the game, it's just a tool to me
Blow the beat like loading a piece, I dump it rooflessly

[Verse 2: Jeesh]
Yeah bro, I'm keepin’ too a piece
Shit somethin' like a movie screen
Cuz if it flash your face, it'll take 3D glasses for you to see
I ain't gon' be no Sandman lil' boy, I want you losing sleep
Put 5 to your face, I let it sing and it maroon the sheets

[Verse 3: Jamar Rose]
Back up in this shit, and I don't need no facts
And we don't step, at least to check, you pop me a vent
Or check the pics to flat me away from the set
Cause you really bе actors, I don’t like the play on the nеt

[Verse 4: Jeesh]
This pussy paying for threats, like he don’t cap enough on Twitter too
‘Stead of talking that shit lemme see you rapping about if its true
I don't need to touch a Glock handle lil’ bitch, thats why my hitters shoot
Day I drop the day I wrong step, and thats something I'll never do

[Verse 5: Jamar Rose]
OK, I'ma start for real, you ain't got no gem appeal
No, for real, if I started sooner, I would have a mill
Murdering beats when I hop, then I had to kill
Conviction was something I was born with, you know the deal
Expeditiously, I had to moving till I rose up
Everybody eating at the table, but you know what
Give me a plate, you not eating, here’s the semi-cup
I'm taking first place, you can set on all erupt
Looking through the vanity, I can see my sanity
Demons dancing like vents in me, kill em all singlehandedly
They was plotting on ending me, had to put down my enemies
And actually, I'm actively moving for a bag heavily
I seen them, they was mad at me, I smack em when I clap a beat
I left his body frozen, now they thinking that's a masterpiece
Was stepping up and said the shit, another body, actually
Digging grave, go toe to toe at J Rose and that boy Jeesh

[Verse 6: Jeesh]
Thats some foolish shit, block hot with no coolant kit
Right out the back of the trunk I let my goons ball like some hooper shit
Fentanyl, y'all be tweaking, had to let y'all snooze a bit
Sober as a bitch, but all this smoke you want I'm used to it
Ready to get it started (lets go)
But I ain't no baby
Rapping dead what saved me, took them profit ties and I had to go crazy
Haven't stopped for no lady, if I do, its probably the one I'm saving
Tryna weed in my garden, I'm gon' let him in if he pushing up daisies
God fearer (for real)
Swear to him, he could jump-scare me
Better not get your bro involved in this shit, less y'all tryna share tees
Shawty wanna fuck, but there's fees
If you prove to have longevity, then its free
But don't count on that shit, I'm real picky
Ain't been out for days, I'm in the stu', they tryna make me work
You don't like how I pull up with the drummer band, boy you gon' hate these percs
I was spinning my web, mingled with the big names, you was making shirts
Tryna mingle with me?
Pull up with the fiends, talkin' ‘bout “hey, meet dirt”
Bitch

[Outro: Jeesh]
And that's why, hahaha! This music shit is my therapy fucking type shit, this was fun