Writing early morning that's the prime thing that I do
Building words and melodies for me and you
Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo
Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do (Said)
Writing early morning that's the first thing that I do
Building words and melodies for me and you
Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo
Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do
Online beef with all these artsy motherf*ckers
World upside down like I'm running over truckers
Bleeding from my nose, I'm so high but I don't smoke, G
Everybody knows, how my flow goes
Sike, it's unpredictable, original
Analogical and digital
Like somebody from the '80s
You bit my style, now the cadence got rabies
I'm B.I.G. mad
Like furious notorious
That shit sound like a spell to make J-Dot glorious
Warriors in every beat, but I kill 'em
I defeat, the producers
They see I bought a lease, they asking for truces, ah
Like swiss military
J-Dot, greatest alive in the urban dictionary
Here to put the rap game in the cemetery
Picture the scenery, where I'm up on the stage
Thirteen thousand people, from every zone and every age
Writing early morning that's the prime thing that I do
Building words and melodies for me and you
Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo
Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do (Said)
Writing early morning that's the first thing that I do
Building words and melodies for me and you
Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo
Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do
Lady got a sharp smile, that's why she got a scarface
Get up out my airspace, dime is flyer than an ace
Looking like I am Shelby and the shorty is my grace
Hol' up let me place, my rhymes on top the bass
I'mma tell you wav to face
That I don't trust anybody with the jobs that I need
I'm on my own dick, the only way I succeed
But lately
I been procrastinating, player hating the fact that I ain't doing shit
But when I heard this beat, yeah the vibe got me lit
Now I'm smoking mc's, and I know they finna quit
But I keep it low key, I got no shoulder with a chip
Shout out the dog QuESt, now it's time to get it
I commit to making a killing
So you have music when you're chilling
10 gallons of flow I ain't spilling 'til my album
And I wonder what the outcome will be
J-Dot signing out, yeah I'm out, D-O-T
J Dot - No Clue Lyrics
J Dot - No Clue Lyrics
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Writing early morning that's the prime thing that I do
Building words and melodies for me and you
Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo
Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do (Said)
Writing early morning that's the first thing that I do
Building words and melodies for me and you
Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo
Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do
Online beef with all these artsy motherf*ckers
World upside down like I'm running over truckers
Bleeding from my nose, I'm so high but I don't smoke, G
Everybody knows, how my flow goes
Sike, it's unpredictable, original
Analogical and digital
Like somebody from the '80s
You bit my style, now the cadence got rabies
I'm B.I.G. mad
Like furious notorious
That shit sound like a spell to make J-Dot glorious
Warriors in every beat, but I kill 'em
I defeat, the producers
They see I bought a lease, they asking for truces, ah
Like swiss military
J-Dot, greatest alive in the urban dictionary
Here to put the rap game in the cemetery
Picture the scenery, where I'm up on the stage
Thirteen thousand people, from every zone and every age
Writing early morning that's the prime thing that I do
Building words and melodies for me and you
Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo
Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do (Said)
Writing early morning that's the first thing that I do
Building words and melodies for me and you
Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo
Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do
Lady got a sharp smile, that's why she got a scarface
Get up out my airspace, dime is flyer than an ace
Looking like I am Shelby and the shorty is my grace
Hol' up let me place, my rhymes on top the bass
I'mma tell you wav to face
That I don't trust anybody with the jobs that I need
I'm on my own dick, the only way I succeed
But lately
I been procrastinating, player hating the fact that I ain't doing shit
But when I heard this beat, yeah the vibe got me lit
Now I'm smoking mc's, and I know they finna quit
But I keep it low key, I got no shoulder with a chip
Shout out the dog QuESt, now it's time to get it
I commit to making a killing
So you have music when you're chilling
10 gallons of flow I ain't spilling 'til my album
And I wonder what the outcome will be
J-Dot signing out, yeah I'm out, D-O-T
Building words and melodies for me and you
Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo
Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do (Said)
Writing early morning that's the first thing that I do
Building words and melodies for me and you
Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo
Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do
Online beef with all these artsy motherf*ckers
World upside down like I'm running over truckers
Bleeding from my nose, I'm so high but I don't smoke, G
Everybody knows, how my flow goes
Sike, it's unpredictable, original
Analogical and digital
Like somebody from the '80s
You bit my style, now the cadence got rabies
I'm B.I.G. mad
Like furious notorious
That shit sound like a spell to make J-Dot glorious
Warriors in every beat, but I kill 'em
I defeat, the producers
They see I bought a lease, they asking for truces, ah
Like swiss military
J-Dot, greatest alive in the urban dictionary
Here to put the rap game in the cemetery
Picture the scenery, where I'm up on the stage
Thirteen thousand people, from every zone and every age
Writing early morning that's the prime thing that I do
Building words and melodies for me and you
Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo
Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do (Said)
Writing early morning that's the first thing that I do
Building words and melodies for me and you
Young boy wildin' like I'm posted in the zoo
Y'all don't got a clue, 'bout what I'm finna do
Lady got a sharp smile, that's why she got a scarface
Get up out my airspace, dime is flyer than an ace
Looking like I am Shelby and the shorty is my grace
Hol' up let me place, my rhymes on top the bass
I'mma tell you wav to face
That I don't trust anybody with the jobs that I need
I'm on my own dick, the only way I succeed
But lately
I been procrastinating, player hating the fact that I ain't doing shit
But when I heard this beat, yeah the vibe got me lit
Now I'm smoking mc's, and I know they finna quit
But I keep it low key, I got no shoulder with a chip
Shout out the dog QuESt, now it's time to get it
I commit to making a killing
So you have music when you're chilling
10 gallons of flow I ain't spilling 'til my album
And I wonder what the outcome will be
J-Dot signing out, yeah I'm out, D-O-T
Writer: João Alves
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid