Yeah
You know a lot of people talking like I
Like I might've changed up but
New year, same me
I'm still J
Uh, I'm still J
Shout out Storch
Shouts myself
Uh
It's been a minute since I've talked about it
I talk about it, the topic honest, I'm lost without it
You reaching upwards, the ceiling's coming, I'll pick your pockets
Fucking puberty hitting, forget your dick is dropping
You just a kid and I'm wishing you isn't wishy-washy
You think you hitting the Milky until I tip the rocket
You think we're homies well hold it, I'm getting iffy, watch it
Swear you chilling, you hanging more than a gifted locket
I drive a Lincoln and the shit is labeled signature, bitch
I'm like an Iron-Man, you'd probably think I chill with Jarvis
Kick in your apartment, think I'm crazy, flipping partly
I'm tryna lay it all out like when you pick a carpet
And this department is crazy, I never would've thought
About the places I'd be going, what I could've got
I should've not stopped, the grind it never drops
And now I'm feeling like this game is filled with hella cops
Aye
Ha, yo fuck all that
Let me do me
Yeah, uh
I'm still J
Uh, I'm still J
Still, uh, yeah
I'm still J
I'm still me