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tucker - ​mynameisntjmack lyrics

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[intro]
huh, yeah

[verse 1]
real depression
keep my pistol, danny glover
lethal weapon, no protection
it could bust at any second
intersections better crossed with
smith & wesson, never stressing
learned my lesson, get the message
mama told me i’m impressive, listen
i got a foreign lil’ b*tch
she too good to me, keep her to the side
to keep it one hundred, i got more than one and they all down to ride
you can’t be surprised
in love with these digits
making some money too big for my pockets, too big for my britches
i like all my cocaine shipped up by pacific
i’m not that specific with all these narcotics
n*ggas never really got the work shipped wholesale
pusha t said they was riding on coattails
oh well, i ain’t really worried ’bout n*ggas
i ain’t really worried ’bout nothing
i been outside on substance
i been outside on something
i ain’t really worried ’bout time
n*gga, i’m worried ’bout mines
been on my grind, yes, yes, ayy (i ain’t worried ’bout mine now)
[chorus]
ayy, n*gga, what’s good?
i took a perc’ and it made me feel good
just took a xan’ and it made me look good
got me a bad b*tch, she make me look good
n*gga, what’s good?
watch where you look
this sh*t is one for the books
dropped out of college, i ain’t hit the books
this sh*t just sound like a whole bunch of hooks, ayy, ayy

[post*chorus]
who wanna rock with a n*gga like jmack?
two shots lay ’em down flat, that’s a placemat
payback, n*gga tried to get me from the wayback
racetrack, i’ma do a lap, run the fade back
wave cap, n*ggas got me tight, never
light like feather
i don’t really fight ’cause it’s too much effort
n*gga want hype, but he not that clever, hey, hey
who got the rap name, mynameisnt
woo from the back, like, “hey, let’s get it”
chain on frigid, game, no scrimmage
remember my name, n*gga, i think that this is my year
n*gga, we here
i took a perc’ and it’s too hard to steer
i took a perc’, disappear
i took a perc’, disappear, yes, yes, yes (ight)
[verse 2]
where are you at? i been outside
i’m tryna walk into buildings that i never been in
and keep on the lights when it’s my time to shine
been on my grind
that sh*t is stable
only have gutty, i don’t have a label
can’t let a fake n*gga eat at my table
he told me stay patient
i’m tryna go major, i’ll do it
certified nuisance, move like a problem
i could slide through, turn the block into gotham
move like i’m batman, ho, i don’t need robin
i talk all my sh*t and i don’t need no login
these n*ggas on twitter, don’t understand it
i hit the beat like it’s thrown underhanded
i did this sh*t with no planning
i did this sh*t off the xannies
i did, i did, i did

[chorus]
ayy, n*gga, what’s good?
i took a perc’ and it made me feel good
just took a xan’ and it made me look good
got me a bad b*tch, she make me look good
n*gga, what’s good?
watch where you look
this sh*t is one for the books
dropped out of college, i ain’t hit the books
this sh*t just sound like a whole bunch of hooks, ayy, ayy
ayy, n*gga, what’s good?
i took a perc’ and it made me feel good
just took a xan’ and it made me look good
got me a bad b*tch, she make me look good
n*gga, what’s good?
watch where you look
this sh*t is one for the books
dropped out of college, i ain’t hit the books
this sh*t just sound like a whole bunch of hooks, ayy, ayy
[post*chorus]
who wanna rock with a n*gga like jmack?
two shots lay ’em down flat, that’s a placemat
payback, n*gga tried to get me from the wayback
racetrack, i’ma do a lap, run the fade back
wave cap, n*ggas got me tight, never
light like feather
i don’t really fight ’cause it’s too much effort
n*gga want hype, but he not that clever, hey, hey
who got the rap name, mynameisnt
woo from the back, like, “hey, let’s get it”
chain on frigid, game, no scrimmage
remember my name, n*gga, i think that this is my year
n*gga, we here
i took a perc’ and it’s too hard to steer
i took a perc’, disappear
i took a perc’, disappear, yes, yes, yes

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