Lyrics Jon Bellion 4 Prez - J57

"I layer the shit out of my drums, man. I've got, like,
Tons of kits that I've created. I mess with whatever I can,
You know? I'll make a beat out of anything I have to honestly."
Two crowns and a gold cup
And they're coming for the throne, love
But if your heart is a dog fight
Then I'm ready to go to war like
Been a war, been afraid
Now I'm caught in a daze
Miss my cousins getting older
Been on tour far away
Just focus on your vision
Don't you let them tell you different
The whole world gon' see you're gifted
You'll blow up any day now
Can't remember the last time that I felt normal
R.I.P. ports
Wish there was a fucking portal
Just to see him one last time
Damn, I might be out my damn mind
Jumping on these land mines
Death before not making music, that decision's final
[?] vinyl
Brown bag, we some drunken [?]
Every track I make's a monster like Jon Bellion