It's On - Jae Millz

Ladies and gentlemen

I go by the name of Jae Millz

Justin Case, Marlyn New York City

That’s it

It’s really here

I’m a father who’s child in this world livin'

Just chillin', spittin'

This verse from my iPhone just ringin'

My lyrics get mo' po' in the oda I’m getting

Young niggas like, what can I give 'em?

Like wisdom

Oh, not to mention some dope ass music you can play when you’re getting dressed

Man, it’s like I make theme music for getting fresh

Smoke medicated every day, fuck a cigarette

You would think I was Mike’s son, I got all the Jords

Sneaker boxes galore, my closet have a storage waz

Somebody feel they in need, they could come record

I look the new world’s mirror and asked who was the doppest you ever saw in the

city

I’m a father who’s child in this world livin'

Still chillin', still tryna remain sucker free and get this chicken

My new Sedan hard like MOP halls

And it’s still MOP, yea, money over pigeons

Ain’t no all on my marble floors, baby I ain’t slippin'

I enticin' in yo game showin' Givens

But my birthday in this year, in Houston I was double cup

Throbe on, that’s disrespectful to pimpin' if I wasn’t sippin'

That’s just G shit, fuck a rap song

Ask Bun if you think I’m just puttin' words in rap form

My sline ain’t gave me a chance in the platform

Now my town hype cause a fool is what I act for

Yea, Yankee feel it, low cuts

Spend mo' money on my belt than the jeans they holdin' up

Like my ex down in the dust, I don’t care how she holdin' up

Humor from a beamered up bus so who’s the real asshole?