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baby jace - 61 to 39 iii lyrics

[verse]
the fifth girl, her name was kinley
i was acting so obsessive i don’t know what got in me
i was acting like a dime when i really was a penny
and when she cut me off, i thought i was off the henny, d+mn
the other day we made eye contact
i’m surprised she’s still looking like a snack
i told her that together we can count these stacks
i had to accept the fact that she didn’t like me back
the girl i like now might be my 6th
i might not get one until my 85th
i was just tryna see if we could really cl!ck
they beat me to her, i was not quick
i wanted her to ride me like a pony
but she’s with a n+gga who claims he doesn’t know me
that n+ggas cheesy, just like macaroni
(jason!)
get the f+ck up off me n+gga, i ain’t your homie, b+tch!
i always get a word from critics
but i don’t give a f+ck, cuz a young n+gga livin’
i’m feeling like i’m 4d cuz i got no limit
i’m spitting like i’m young thug, i run them digits
but you don’t have an option
i got raps like hopsin
i catch like tj hockenson
shoot like dj augustin
it’s pr+nounced augustine
dc like f+ck you mean?
we eat good like collard greens
if you don’t have it, don’t talk to me
i ain’t mean to rock the beat, i don’t do this rappin
i just be taking beats and start accidentally snapping
these n+ggas started popping bullets ion know what happened
i be wearing my nationals hat but i still don’t do no cappin’, b+tch
i’m back again, biggity back
they’re like “who the f+ck is that?”
it’s baby jace on a brand new track
these other rappers whack
quagmire like giggity goo
stop the rumors, sh+t ain’t true
going bananas, i’m in a zoo
i’m going fast, i’m in a coupe
y’all are the tree, and i am the roots
i raise you up like the roof
y’all can hate, i’m still in the booth
and i’m cooking up on you
got a chain, so i had to flex
dj d+wreck
all my n+ggas got bags and checks
i wish you had respect
i wish all you n+ggas would stop acting tough for a sec
i wish all you n+ggas would stop acting like you’re malcolm x
y’all need to be taught a lesson, i’ll have to get you a desk (b+tch)
if i was a ref, all you n+ggas getting techs
i’m about to get a tec (pow!)
the bullet goes through your neck (b+tch)
they only care about s+x (b+tch)
i care about it less
they said i look like tristan maxwell out at north meck
they said i am worse than nellison, i’m like what the heck?
you better put me with luka and speedbump, even yorki
cuz i ain’t tryna feature rappers who aren’t important
they hate on dead controller 2, but they got me snoring
n+ggas mad because their musics boring
i run it like melvin gordon
i’m tryna pull up in foreigns
they don’t wanna see me do that
they wanna tear out my organs
they don’t want me winning, they wanna see me suffer misfortune
i think i’m the f+cking goat, i’m feeling like michael jordan
i’m the teacher of rap, and you’re still learning
all this sh+t is really alerting
in my bed, i’m tossin’ and turnin’
thinking about you itching and burning (d+mn, b+tch)
cuz you is a hoe
i can’t believe i crushed on you before
sellin’ your body like you at the store
but i swear to god i ain’t selling my soul
and i’m insane, my n+gga i know
but i ain’t f+cking with the devil, oh no
cuz i’m eminem, with a rap god flow
and that’s just how that goes
in miami, so you know it’s heat (hot, hot)
i’m cooking up beats (cook it up)
i don’t want that b+tch (nope)
she belongs to the streets (hoe)
oh my bad, i ain’t know you were into potheads
my lyrics got these n+ggas going “hmmm” hot headz
if he’s on the rise, imma make him drop dead
leave them haters shot dead, that’s what pops said
on the mic, i’m an animal
i eat up like a cannibal
the white folks say i’m radical
put my name in capitals
i’m insane, capital murder
we got beef like a whole d+mn burger
make a wish, timmy turner
like a speaker, i’m finna turn up
[hook]
61 to 39, yeah
61 to 39, yeah
61 to 39, yeah
61 to 39
she may be young, but she’s still fine
got turned down so many times, but i’m finna put this all on the line
61 to 39, b+tch
61 to 39, b+tch
61 to 39, b+tch
61 to 39, yeah
she may be young, but she’s still fine
got turned down so many times, but i’m finna put this all on the line, b+tch!

[outro: john furey]
five years
five long years, he’s been tormented
and he’s hungry
jason’s out there

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