Lyrics Junior Varsity - 20 East

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, uh
Mook mann
Look
Ok why I keep getting denied
I just wanna deluxe as I move it on up on the Eastside
They call em Mookie Jefferson
He better than he's ever been
Opportunities knocking but these niggas won't let him in
I just want a letterman's
Trynna make my momma proud
My music won't pop I'm having trouble trynna dumb it down
It ain't coming out But I can't shuck and jive
Cause Too many niggas faking they cake
That's why they all gon duck and hide
I keep making plays but I can't make varsity
It's like being in hell and still living in poverty
Shaking it off of me
I keep working this pen
I'll say it again
Y'all wanna win
Put Boobie in
Look it's Menacing
Watching niggas win on a lesser team
Win a ring vs settling
I focus on better things
Better dreams but I'm the sleep walker
Slick talker East side nigga
Trynna make 9 figures on each dollar

It's funny how life happens
I'm not one to say that I told you so
Y'all picked them to pitch it then they popped till they overdosed
I ain't mad at it, cause it seems like I'm dodging bullets
Most niggas get a deal then they say that You cooked them
Niggas with no substance always picked to win on this platform
But they need my spirit as a 6th man to pad stats for em
What that look like
Ghost writing, it's principal over dollars
I owe it to the culture for my story to be acknowledged
Everybody over look you til they realize that You polished
But they only look your way because they ran out of options
Imagine Tom Brady sitting on a roster with his rocket
And you lose 15 keeping a puppet in the pocket
Then you see Brady post up a record you can't copy
Mmm that sounds like my story not the topic
I ain't trippin' though
I'll tell my story if you need to know
No in between either friend or foe 6ixx

I'm bringing Power to the people Like Curtis Jackson I'm bout that action
Coaches want me on the bench cause come to practice
Ain't I stepping over competition like AI
Ain't got time to make up with you and I ain't buying no Avon
RIP Trayvon do it for my hood
I used to walk with Arizona's now I wonder if I should
That was Brandon Glenn, Back then I really wasn't panicking
Now when the lights hit I'm standing still manikin
Challenging, used to wanna be a black beetle
Now I just wanna be black and be legal
Dang money bring problems
Bring pain
Just as sure as the summer bring rain
Get money stack money, gotta maintain
I Threw my Jersey the stance you know I ain't playing
Kicking it like Jackie Chan, I am not a kick stand
They wanna lean on me like I'm Morgan Freeman