Lyrics Mocked Up - JCK

Yeah
Moving along
Shawty done hit the salon, and she feelin' bossed up
I'm in a zone
The type you can't get on your own, the studio locked up
Been on the rise
Trust me I don't got the time for throwing the rock up
I see the future I picture with all of my guys, and I got it mocked up

Moving along
Shawty done hit the salon, and she feelin' bossed up
I'm in a zone
The type you can't get on your own, the studio locked up
Been on the rise
Trust me I don't got the time for throwing the rock up
I see the future I picture with all of my guys, and I got it mocked up

Getting a call
Somebody got me a song
Soon as I get it I'm getting it gone
I got a ticket to get to the top and I know that my brothers all coming along
Know they on time with the pole
That's why I'm always eyes on the road
Shawty always tryna get low
That's why she always ride when I go
(Ah, ah)
Dime piece on the side with it
Grand slam all 9 innings
Topped up then I finished
Top down when I ride in it
After dinner then I'm dipping
Shawty told me she fine with it
Mutual between my women
Got a snippet she was all ears
All of the above's what I hear
Putting on a front like veneers
Closing down the club like a Sears
Going out west frontier
Got to get away from here
Everybody stuck in their gears
Got to get away from here

Yeah
Got to get away from here
Got to get away from here
Got to get away from here
Got to get away from here
Got to get away from here
Yeah
Got to get away from here

Yeah
It's a new era
Uh

Aye
New week with some new hoes
New highs, you at new lows
Can't stand me but she running back boy I think I found a lil' loop hole
Two tone with the white gold
Black sheep with the white rose
Shawty got a lil' pedicure, got a new coat for the white toes that's
(Ah)
Too much for your poor soul
How could I get more cold
How did I end up in your phone
How did I end up in your home
Shit here goes
I'm too gone
Your rap days didn't last long, they got foreclosed
But I saw this shit like I foretold
Yeah
I got to charge for palm readings
Locked in I been quarantining
Me and her have long meetings
Stuck it in and she stop breathing
Come on over girl stop teasing
Number 1 I been top seeding
No J. Cole, it's your off season
And god damn it's been a long season
And you ain't competing
I made a change in my life and I mean it
You see how I'm leading
Don't trust your heart cuz they be deceiving
Trust the cards and the way I read it
Play my songs cause she fuck w me
I sing them to her like R&B shit
Heartbreaker like Tom Petty
I'm hard hitting
I'm the artist behind the bars like R. Kelly
I can tell that you all not ready
I can tell that you all on edge
My drop date's like you all's wedding
Every line be well fed
Cause they're all heavy
But I be picky with my beats like ARFID
And like number 2 pick in the draft, I'm prolly getting that call next
So just don't come with that bullshit or that nonsense
Found a flow and voice for it on that day I been hard since