V.I.P.

(Intro: JB25)
I’m the answer not the question
I was late to all my lectures but I’m early to the session
Penthouse presidential like we won the election
(Aye...yeah)

(Chorus: JB25)
I’m the answer not the question
I was late to all my lectures but I’m early to the session
Penthouse presidential like we won the election
I’m in V.I.P. but ain’t no bottles in my section
I just make the music that the models be requesting
Smooth when I walk
Don’t hit me with no phones calls
I don’t wanna talk
Just killed another track they better go and get the chalk
(Aye yo I think I caught a body)

(Verse 1: JB25)
Step inside the booth and turn the stu into a crime scene
Smiling so I look nice, they don’t know I rhyme mean
Nigga I was piss poor, whippin’ up that Ramen
Got it out the mud I saw the vision like a shaman
Put me on AP I didn’t turn in my assignments
Put me under pressure what the fuck I make? Diamonds
I don’t rock designer my homie a designer
But I’m gone get my mama that Dolce & Gabbana, I promise
Claiming that they rappin’ but he cappin’ they imposters
Sparking up a wood 'cause I put tints on my Impala
Finals MVP I give her D like Iguodala
And I’m focused on my future can’t be fuckin’ up my commas
(Can’t be fuckin’ up my commas)
Finals MVP I give her D like Iguodala
Sparking up a wood 'cause I put tints on my Impala
And I don’t rock designer but I get it for my mama

(Chorus: JB25)
I’m the answer not the question
I was late to all my lectures but I’m early to the session
Penthouse presidential like we won the election
I’m in V.I.P. but ain’t no bottles in my section
I just make the music that the models be requesting
Smooth when I walk
Don’t hit me with no phones calls
I don’t wanna talk
Just killed another track they better go and get the chalk
(Aye yo I think I caught a body)

(Verse 2: Bad Move)
I got 10 toes to the pavement I don’t gotta say shit
Me and all my dogs in the spot like Dalmatians
You can tell the vibe just by the look on all our faces
Everyday the same shit don’t ask me how my day went
They ask me if I quit I’m checking foot placement
Bitch
You know It’s goin down like the basement
The world gon keep spinnin on a axis it’s ancient
The beat still jumping like dancin Jamaicans
The book still being written we just waitin for the plot to thicken
Constant position got us missin on the large percentage
Ocular vision in much need of some proper extension
Snakes in the grass we cut it tryin not to get bitten
The circle small it’s like a hubcap
Any nigga try to worm his way around me he gettin bug zapped
Homie don’t play that you think I’m a clown til you get socked in yo mouth and you stop comin around damn
Cuz we just living colors My niggas different brothers
We like young money only difference we don’t kiss each other
Can’t politic wit rappers that be frolicking fake dissin one another I’m too quick to make a nigga duck and cover
I’m just too agile wit rap styles my composition
Got me way too high up to stoop down to competition
If you don’t like that and think it’s unfair a wise man never compete where he do not compare beware
And that’s really how it all go down
You get lost then found inside of the lost and found
I’m often bound to get a hold of niggas by they ankles
I got it on lock Kurt angle
No thank you
My pen swing mightier than swords do
Imma keep it cordial
Bummy mfs can’t afford to
Pay attention to the game I spittin
This really history rewritten
So it’s best to join the team before we score you

(Chorus: JB25)
I’m the answer not the question
I was late to all my lectures but I’m early to the session
Penthouse presidential like we won the election
I’m in V.I.P. but ain’t no bottles in my section
I just make the music that the models be requesting
Smooth when I walk
Don’t hit me with no phones calls
I don’t wanna talk
Just killed another track they better go and get the chalk
(Aye yo I think I caught a body)

(Verse 3: Alexx Hale)
I wallow in a pile of baby bottle pops
Tryna find the inner child in me, no wonder father walked
I don’t need him tho, i’m on a roll like fucking autobots
So much food for thought it’s hard to talk, fuck a monologue
I’ll throw a tomahawk
Lil bit off the top like a haircut that your mama bought
I feel like i’m hot until i start to feel the permafrost
Global warming not the only force of nature imma stop
Life feel like a battle with b rabbit, niggas papa doc
On my way to falcon but i’m flyer than a swallow so she swallowing my package
I’m a hard act to follow if the next set is average
I'mma complex Picasso reenactor, it’s talent
Or a large scale model of when you split atoms
In the back of toms cabin like it’s back room casting
And the couch where it happens with a black ass backing up against my balls clapping
She a racket ball champion
I got hella followers they say i’m Charles Manson-ing
Panoramic view, i’m seeing all of y’all panicking
All my niggas smoking loud pack, yeah that rancid shit
Cannabis is magic 'cause i swear to god it’s vanishing
Finger fuck and driving, babe i’ll probably need my hand again
Popping wheelies on my moped, i’m on shenanigans
How i’m managing? man i don’t know, i go to management
How you handling? i guess i’m kinda understanding it
Check the damages, i need something stronger than medicine
Got some bones to pick but bitch i’d rather take the skeleton
My room is lacking privacy, i share it with the elephant
And folks love to judge me and that shit can get embarrassing
Arrogant, I’m a street bred all American
In the V.I.P. I am the nigga wit the rarest shit
And I’m very hip like your parents is