No ceilings

[Verse 1]
Yo, Yeah
The worlds loudest recluse
I'm in the booth rapping to my Remy like papoos
My roads full of yellow bricks like I’m tiny boost
I’m steady making big changes off of tiny moves
All my (?) still aim towards my family tree
With all affairs in order for when me and karma meet
Early Doors their main goal was hit the hall of fame
I still write my verses when I do the walk of shame
My oh my
I went from jacking phones to the jack hams I’m a jack of all trades
My cousin ask me how I’m feeling, rap is love hate
This one ting asked if I know Dave for fuck sake
I stuck with my guvvy there’s no gimmicks in my name
The ones that talk a good game are never in the game
But if by any chance this rap shit just doesn’t take
I’m back to working TSPs like I’m (?)

Mhm
Jordy not
Yeah

[Verse 2]
I’m on my third magnum and I’m looking for solace
My girl said I’m toxic and I told her I’m honest
I love the rap game but it’s just full of some bollocks
Coz when it’s down to the wire niggas turn into Wallace
A bunch of fake gunners tryna play (?)
If there’s a snake in my house
If it’s fake than it’s nasty crew I’m taking ‘em out
I got OCD so I gotta straighten it out
I was banking on myself before anybody else did
Betting on myself like I’m Ivan Tony
Put your money on Jordy
Aff wedding settings
Niggas wanna box me in like I’m Blane
My nigga still keeps it in the tuck like your chains
And I got no ceilings like I’m Wayne
Yeah