10 Bands

[Verses 1: Jay-Kay] This rap Consist of strict facts and riff raff that's in tact My right from wrong is mismatched Stability is wick wack The old cats get pissed at Make me want to click gats All up on they motherfucking bitchass Yo, Loddie roll another one Representing 901 Trade ya body for a ton Fuck ya block up just for fun To be honest, you should run When you see the badass motherfuckers with humongous guns Yo, I'm Evel like Knievel My flow be so damn deep, it's undergo chemo We balling on a budget, so low key copping a kilo I'm the number one shooter, I got accuracy on these free throws Yo bitch, a freak hoe, she ride for dough and deep throat She tease and blow, scream, moan, and love it when I below Her waistline, all y'all other bitches just waste time, you ain't fine Saying I don't like 'em is a hate crime [Bridge: J. Logan] I been in the crib with the phones off I been at the house taking no calls I done hit a stride, had to get straight Just so I could focus on the mixtape Drapes closed, I don't know what time it is I'm still awake, I gotta shine this year I will never ever let the streets down I haven't left the booth for a week now [Hook: J. Logan] 10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it, man Let's just not even discuss it, man OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't tripping, Imma let 'em sleep I ain't tripping, let 'em rest in peace [Verse 2: J. Logan] These niggas think they really hitting, but really, they just beginners What I do here ain't just spitting, I just do this for the kids Who do not know what they should listen to Listen man, I'm slowly killing you, I cannot help that I'm a villain (Ooh) Been on a mission, I ain't left the house I had to put a team together, now we going out to Mexico The steady metronome keeps ticking back and forth, my nigga I'm 'bout to snap and put you down just like a horse, my nigga Let's look back for a minute, shall we? I been cooking up this fire since my trip to Cali I've been feeling inspired since I was born, my nigga Fuck you niggas think that I just stumbled up on this shit and just started spitting Yeah, I said it, I was born for rap I hit the bottom, my nigga, and I ain't going back This that struggle rap We had to struggle to afford the beat But now they paying us, my nigga, what I sight to see [Hook]