(Intro)
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
(Chorus)
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
(Verse)
I feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Oh wait, who the f**k I think I’m fooling
I just feel like my damn self
Caught you lil
Told em sample Drake Voice, make that my anthem
I’m Hype Williams with a handheld
Bobby Brown with a handscale
Y’all ni**as on a treadmill
Just running at a stand still
I’m that motherf**king ni**a homie, that’s just something that I can’t help
All these s**ker MC’s, that’s just something that I can’t feel
Was I with your bi**h last night, that’s just something that I can’t tell
Gotta f*** with ni**as doing better
Can’t f*** with ni**as doing lesser
All these fake ni**as doing extra
Til you put them underneath some pressure
It’s like ni**as in a rat race, they tryna see who can tell the fastest
Tell em ni**as go that way, that or they momma picking out caskets
I done gave so much help out
Ni**as don’t appreciate s**t
So it’s time to help myself out
These ni**as always gon forget
It’s 2017 ni**a everbody giddy up, all bets took
Triple double on these ni**as every night got me feeling like Westbrook
Got the basics on em like a textbook
Getting to the money, smoking best kush
I ain’t worried bout none of you ni**as
I’m just worried bout how my checks look
My new bi**h she the baddest so I ain’t worried bout how my ex look
But I’ve seen a picture of that bi**h
And she got that my life’s a mess look
All these f**king Twitter threats, you gon kill this you gon injure that
Like the police ain’t got the internet
Man, real ni**as ain’t into that
When it’s real ni**a we getting into that
No chitter chat, we come through
Hate s**t you still talking, we spinning back getting rid of that
Ni**as better chill, life cheap on the block
Where we from we see a lot
Ni**a get popped tryna be who they not
Ni**as don’t know how to dress
No stylist I be all kinda fresh
I’m a big fiend for Amaury jeans cause they fit good and the pockets stretch
Big wad and the small tool on me, yeah ni**a that’s my pocket wrench
Leap frog, I hopped the fence
Like you ain’t got no f**king common sense
And I’ma start busting on your ass like I ain’t got no f**king kinda sense
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Probably got your bi**h somewhere butt naked bout to get ready for me
Had to cut a lot of ni**as off but I realize they was never for me
You tryna get that right now paper, I’m tryna get that forever money
Just a ni**a with a attitude, tryna get that Jerry Heller money
I’m ruthless in the booth bi**h
Ice on, lights on, I’m too lit
Car, cool whip and the roof lift
Forgiatos offset it
Bowlegged how the coupe sit
Here that boy go stunting again, yeah I’m back on my bulls**t
(Repeat Chorus 2X)
