Untitled freestyle
Y'all been asking for this way too long
Like "Jackson when you gonna give us a song?"
I been working I just been in my zone
Had to make sure i could get alone
Whole week in my room bitch nothin' but beats
Talkin classics, in a year I'll have a hundred of these
I'm not trynna go to classes
I'm trynna get the credit for my singing, beats, and rappin'
Really is a race I'm feeling sorry for the rappers that I'm passin'
Give it a year, I'll probably lap 'em
Mother year I'm going double fuckin platinum
Prolly not, I'm off the Hennessy
Sing, beats, rap the holy trinity
Won't matter till' they saying RIP to me
Until then nobody saying shit to me
Cause they don't know my history
Where the flow cam from a mystery
Clearly not the young boy Christian me
Who thought the young boy collar shirt tucked in would do it
Used to rap way back, sucked and I knew it
Had to study till' my words became super fluid
AP English vocab to add to it
Just because I'm rapping don't mean that I act stupid
Lotta y'all rap stupid
I guess the cash do it
Homie on the line, y'all rats to it
I been skipping out on sleep just to keep up with the tunes
I been sitting by myself just chefin in my room
Telling people for a year now "music coming soon"
Taught myself production, now it's coming true
Most wouldn't believe if they seen it
They trynna say that I been dreaming
But on the low I'm really scheming
Turn my passion for the beats into some money for the weekend
Nobody knew I had it like this
Holdin it back because of the risk
Sprayin it out I couldn't resist
Bound to bounce out of the country and into a jet
I'm trynna get