PDX

Intro

Ain’t this the shit that I’m awful for
Nigga fuck the squad, can’t be apart of yours
Blowin’ all that beef like a carnivore
This feel like ??? cause I keep a tab

No need to break a sweat for me
To get respect
Call a couple ghouls and let them do the rest
You say your flow is blessed, my nigga do your best
You tryna run with me
You runnin’ out of breath
And you can tell the city how I’m back up
But that’s probably cause a nigga money driven
Been a lot of niggas tellin’ tall tales
But too many of them been too small to get em

Shit, these days
I’m too hot and cold
You could probably blame that on the Portland in em
Flow is Obi-Wan even Annakin
And the irony is I ain’t force a nigga

(Chorus)
Trеat these rappers likе foster kids
Rarely ever pay attention to em
Sayin’ words and my name Jack
And I’m ashamed that I had to do it to em
Last year I needed confirmation
This year its fuckin interview
If I go to heaven or I go to hell
Tell my mama that I’ll visit soon

Northside made me dis way
From the streets, bitch I’m authentic
Give a fuck bout, any dollar amount
Cause the bigger picture need my dogs in it
Max rise, going downtown
Posted out front of the compound
Sayin you lost, but you not found
How you feel lost in your own town?

*Voice Recording*

Look, Look
I-I don’t give a fuck man
That nigga Jordan Fletcher is nice bro
And it’s crazy how niggas just don’t talk about him
Like, I feel like it’s bullshit
You know what I’m saying?
Like, you know you see a nigga ballin’ in the league
And he don’t get a contract?
That’s how I feel about this nigga man, fo’ real

And they didn’t get the vision (No)
Daddy ain’t come to visit (No)
Made him a family and moved to like Texas or Cali
Man, either way, he been missin’ shit
I’m salty I must admit it
Wanna see a show? Nah you gon’ pay admission just to cop a ticket
Momma said don’t be condescending
Been this way since I was a kid
A kid ain’t taking shots at the hoop I knew I was different (Yeah I know)
From a lot of niggas they be tryna fit in
Sick of being normal, look like I ain’t gifted
I don’t fuckin get it
Yo what the fuck I’m listenin’
My mouth full of gold, so my diamonds glisten
All the nicest whips, with the baddest bitches
Callin Carolina, throwin’ up my nigga
Drive a red Mercedes just to wreck it nigga (skrrt)

(Chorus)
Treat these rappers like foster kids
Rarely ever pay attention to em
Sayin’ words and my name Jack
And I’m ashamed that I had to do it to em
Last year I needed confirmation
This year it’s fuckin interview
If I go to heaven or I go to hell
Tell my mama that I’ll visit soon
*Fade out*