Текст песни HIT YOU BABY! - jantonomi

Best of times, yeah
JJ, triple Jay!, uh
The album, the project
The continuation

Add it up
Baby, go add it up
I had to act like my chest wasn't bad enough
I been too pressed in this bitch, I been mad enough
Know that I'm gunning, I gave the game bullets
Gave her the- some things that I shouldn't
Hop in this ring, we could wrestle, baby
I'm on this course like a missile, baby
Stay out my way, I might hit you, baby
The venom it come over off like the cobra
The chip on my shoulder like toxic
Go rinse ya mouth, hate the way that you talk shit
I'm on that field, lil baby, you watching
Stay on that side, I know that you crossed it
I'm bumping shoulders with people I shouldn't
You stayed up 10 years in this bitch when I couldn't
We swinging in ropes, they thought that we couldn't
I'ma turn into legend this year
Keep my tunnel vision, I got 20 20
On a double mission
That's yo biggest opp, and know you hugging with him
You don't want to spin it 'cause you know you'll hit him
That sucks
I had a dreamer say it's too much
You sleeping
Shit'll pass you
Like seasons
I'll stay here, I mean it
I don't care about no secrets
Maybe I'll leave, and one day they'll leak me
They couldn't recreate me in no digital
Ya style on that low bar, I'm hitting you critical
I'm playing verses to me, it's forgettable
Threw me an arm bar, that shit was submittable
Fuck 'bout an engineer turn me up decibels
Just get through it, I'd pop me an edible, yeah

Yeah
Know there's some shit that I can't do
Like a bad verse
Or a tape lose
Label hit me, they want my tape through
Didn't match my numbers, I won't take you
With my click up, and we came through
Know that I'm it like it's grade school, lil bitch
Know that you had dudes
Think I changed them, so I can change you
But we not grounded in this bitch
I'll do a talk show, let's talk about it
Ion talk enough, and as it is
I just been grinding get my recognit-
They been excited, but they cannot step to me
Couldn't achieve it if they had my recipe
I just been popping off shit with this heat like a sesame
I been on restless, give me 2 weekends
My eyes laying heavy, my fingers is tweaking
I'm writing it all, and I keep up with demons, heavy
You need some back up like teammates, ready
I been up, I'm bouta give confetti
And 'fetti, and 'fetti
And 'fetti, and 'fetti
Know I'm pressuring excellence
Need some advice, like I guess I can
Know I been there and through it
To you, it's good luck getting through with it
Knowing, I wonder where life'll go
Memories best of my times for
Replaying microphone tight rhymes
It get me higher than sky lines
Lately I'm missing that pressure
It comes right to me in lowest of efforts
I'd guard it all with my heart it's my treasure