James

my sickness is visible to the eye
uh
I’m ritualisticly spittin fire
what
 unaffected im whistlin when u die
*whistle*
im never gone give up the shit i got cuh
this it not
your ordinary average hiphop
uh
this is dosage u won’t get off
of
addicted u live wit it never stops
fuck
now my lyrics you spitting up when u cough

pick apart
pieces of my brain
i aint never changed
used to be the lowest in the game
now im run-in thangs
its james

y’all know i murderer ever mic
yup
bad is the bitches im serving pipe
tuh
chopper my homie and that for life
cuh
marry the money that’s who i wifed
up
im bumpin nipsey rollin this flight
up
yeah whoever want it cmon and try
us
i got my cake and you got ya pie crust
u aint a animal u aint like us

i got the hammer inside the glove box
i got my family in every hood spot
she low to the ground given that good top
i get the money that’s where buck stop
i been a menace since i was 11
hold up
im rollin 7s , look how i get it
hold up
handle my bidness
and its a blessing
hold up
i get it popping like smith n wesson
hold up