J's On My Feet

*Intro* Yeah, oh yeah, this that shit that you ride to, GXP shit baby, get high to. Ha,Ha. Yeah, oh yeah [Hook:CeeMerk] I got these J's all on my feet, nigga I'm a G Middle finger out the window like, fuck the police (x2) [Verse 1: CeeMerk] But lately, I've been on somewhat of a temporarily distant adventure Wondering when I'm enter the game, I'm hoping that somebody see the potential Why they don't want to let go of my past, but fall victim to the future CeeMerk Tha Livin Nitemare am I coming to get you, or to the rescue? Punishment of GOD, wondering how a lightening bolt comes thundering down From a cloud, and quickly reaches the ground Right in front of where I'm standing. What are the chances of that happening? Critically acclaimed in a game you could not compete with Literally insane off the chain, an insane asylum pretense Like you could really defeat me, come on let's be honest Instant replay rewind my life, and you'll find that I'm just Constantly moving forward, translation, I'm coming up Put the gun up, and I got these niggas jumping up, like double dutch Nineteen steps ahead of the game, and I'm about to take my twentieth Sicker than ever, more better than all of these pests, I don't think I can stomach this Them J's got them mother fuckers sick right about now, but anyways [Verse 2: CeeMerk] I'm a g, on the creep in the streets, that's where I be Where I be, is where I be, and where you be, is not around me And I got money, like I won the lottery Got to get my dough, and I got to get my cheese Blow a couple blunts, smell the kush, in the breeze New car off the lot, and I got to grab the keys And you know me, that boy Cee, get up on my level and step up I'm ahead of the game, and you can't catch up Every verse I spit is potential for the best of Paper stacks taller than Tetris Check this, I'mma take you to school real quick It's all about a dollar, before a bitch Stay true to yourself, and don't ever snitch No time for slips, cause I got to make chips Forget these chicks, man I'd rather be rich Get a little throweder as I take another sip Spit a hot sixteen and make another hit Similar to the hulk, you don't want to get me pissed Cause I got these J's on my feet, and your ass might get stomped out right about now You know what I'm sayin, but [Hook:CeeMerk] I got these J's all on my feet, nigga I'm a G Middle finger out the window like, fuck the police (x2) [Verse 3: CeeMerk] I got a top notch, first place, Heaven sent flow And I'm fresh as can be, but that's irrelevant tho Everybody like, damn, he only twenty-one years old And he carry himself, like such a professional But you can't help but stare, at a shine so bright Every time you see him rap, see the light in his eyes And a spark of the thought from the heart, with no lie Because you know I speak the truth at all times That's why [Hook:CeeMerk] I got these J's all on my feet, nigga I'm a G Middle finger out the window like, fuck the police (x4)