The First 48

[Verse 1: Jae Millz] They said my last mixtape had too much talking so allow me to start this off with a coughin' just as I do often But this is just a portion, fly New York nigga but I'm so Boston Bitch, get off 'em I'm fire, fuego You niggas all bitches made in my eyes. Diego The hate is sweet nigga but don't play with me nigga Got that black star power but I'm A and E nigga Niggas do your stupid ass like they do on the First 48 And this ain't the intro, it's just the first 48 No-no commercial breaks, I am great, fuck mistakes I spit turbulence, bitch I'll make your jumbo jack shake I'm a hurricane, I'm a tsunami, fuck it I'm a earthquake All wrapped in one big fuckin' missle HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I got a present comin' your way, in the worse way I'll lay your ass out like school clothes on the first day And just look at you with that goddamn face SMH. Cold case. I'm killing niggas homie this is no race And DJ just go I ain't even gotta show tape 'Jae Millz' with a 'S'. 2 of the biggest somgs of last year, was I on 'em? Yes And the succesor we are Young Money, got me booked every night Performin' YM verses for the rest of my life. And be aight Fuck the crtics nigga Can't satisfy everybody so fuck I'm livin' nigga Money, I get it nigga. And don't forget it nigga 'Bout to treat my moms to a house, in other words, I did it nigga Now back to the lyrics nigga Grim Reep Millz, I have come to collect spirits nigga Booth wise, it's homicide when I'm inside You tellin' lies, convertin' Jesus to Amistad You-you talking to that dark-skinned lady down in Memphis At the prescent nature, ready to start preachin' nature You askin' for your baby mama I can tell once you ask for a cup if water Rap prosecutors wanna make my run shorter Try to lock me down for verbal violence, every man-slaughter I said 'Judge is ballin' every word of that shit' Who chrages false? Just ask, I'll be murderin' shit Do your ass like the Russians did Alonso This The Flood nigga, fuck a poncho I stimulate my mind, Cheech and Chongho Smoke that Oscar the grouch, 'til I look like Gonzo Somebody tell six I need a honcho, a pound though But knowin' how my lungs grow, fine where that's gonna go Half a million dollars last mixtape got in my way 2-tag flow, first 48 Millz! Lehgo!