Jar Gang

So I'm fighting my cotton mouth with this lemonade Plan to make it seemed to turn me to a renegade Pen and page, show 'em I ain't scared to say shit How college ain't for me, and a degree? I couldn't chase it Have to make it Fuck I look like stressing writing papers, needing cake And knowing that my fucking talent being wasted, nah Not me, shout out Nasty Nell These women and my vices made that cash appeal Because I'm slipping for the paper, nigga that's for real Blunt facing everyday, just tryna catch a thrill These hoes tell me what I'm spitting, nigga kinda far out Ran out of weed, told my brother break the jar out Yeah, told my brother break the jar out Got no Ls, told that nigga bring the car out Tell me what I'm spitting is far out Ran outta weed tell that nigga break the jar out Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Did somebody just come up here?