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jag gatz - smell of success lyrics

[hook: jag gatz]
this the smell of success
ain’t hard to tell em who next
i’m raising h+ll i’m possessed
need to excel f+ck the rest
i’m living well not much stress
cuz by myself been the best
don’t need no help i’m obsessed
all with that smell of success

[verse 1: jag gatz]
try to catch the scent, it’s accurate
i’m of that descent that has to blend
the smell of hard grind with want for extravagance
i promise i ain’t get this good on accident
i sn+tch the trends, and cut through ones that had to end
that’s why there’s never+ending styles that jag invent
energy i put in you can’t imagine it
you give your all and you couldn’t even match a tenth
now the match is lit, on fire just to match the wits
me winning this much, they think the match is fixed
but i just built a home inside the practice gym
and kept this sh+t a thou+wow like a stack a tens
so me achieving b+tch you can’t prevent
i get heated then i have to vent
i’m a big deal, watch the way that that motherf+cking max extend
cuz lengths i go, n0body reaching that extent
so bring the action in, and what’s happening
everything gold platinum check the packaging
the boy ravishing, this whole game i be ravaging
sh+t’s godly what i’m averaging
forever damaging
opposition i go bash em in
routines in the endzone, know i’m maddening
they get a sniff of the scent and all start panicking
cuz soon as you think i’m gone, then i’m back again
[hook: jag gatz]
this the smell of success
ain’t hard to tell em who next
i’m raising h+ll i’m possessed
need to excel f+ck the rest
i’m living well not much stress
cuz by myself been the best
don’t need no help i’m obsessed
all with that smell of success

[verse 2: cabrera]
see me i started with less
that’s why you don’t see me stressed
y’all playing checkers, this chess
all praise to god cuz i’m blessed
all praise to god cuz i’m next
aim for the dome, not the vest
i do this all for the set
they better show me respect
hold up, you know it’s finna go up
got my cleats on so the track getting tore up
you know they all sweating when i show up
maybe i should slow up, nah tell the boys to pour up
tell the boys, to hop in the runner
cold in the winter but we hot in the summer
all these boys, wish they was gunna
me and jag keep it real, they hate when we run up
they don’t got they own style so they hating on the come up
mad that we smooth like b+tter
mad we could take they girl number
mad that we stunting but we humble
mad that we ain’t afraid to rumble
they don’t want us in the game, they don’t want us in the field
hating from the bench cuz they know we got sk!ll
gotta watch huh, even when you run drills
be your own teammates that be going for the k!ll
be your own mans, tryna k!ll you with the hit stick
always on that switch sh+t
talk sh+t, and move h+lla mischief
keep your eye out, be aware for the quick diss
they just hating, cuz they stuff is simplistic
know i come with the business
know i roll with the misfits
bag full of tools, you can tell the opps it’s christmas
[hook: jag gatz]
this the smell of success
ain’t hard to tell em who next
i’m raising h+ll i’m possessed
need to excel f+ck the rest
i’m living well not much stress
cuz by myself been the best
don’t need no help i’m obsessed
all with that smell of success

- jag gatz lyrics

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