J_on_it - Wonder Why Lyrics

Wonder why they hate me
Then I get to thinking
Itz cuz they ain't me
But
I hustle for mine
Ain't shit free
I'm really out here in these streets
Ducking an dodging the police
Gotta stay low key

I'm my own worst enemy
This music shit is my therapy
Somethin like my remedy
Idgaf about being a celebrity

Jus a young hippy
Putting on for my city

Rolling spliffys
Gettin lifted

I stay twisted
My flow is vicious
An I'm
On mission to change the system

Click clak
Sound of my glock 9
As I cock it back
Got one in the head
An 16 in the clip
Only need one in the head
To watch ya body drip

That's some shit
Like Joel said
I pay respect to the idels
Give no phuks bout going viral
I wake up everyday Screamin
Phuk you too my rivals

Don't knock my hustle
Is the title
It's a true hustlers bible

Ask yaself
Is this somethin you'd die for?

This ain't no mumble rap
This some boom bap
Ima f*ck around n
Teach you how to rap

It don't matter the beat
You see
Ima tru emcee
I murder every 16

Shit I was flippin 16 zips a week
Chasin the dream
Shouts to meek
It's been a hell of a week
I jus lost 3 grand to the police
Man phuk society
I scream it till the death of me
Call it first degree
Ain't no apologies

This project 4 in just two years

I do all the mixing an the mastering
Call me an engineer
10 stacks invested
Into this career
I'm in another atmosphere

Cuz I'm high as phuk
CHillin in the cut
Rolling the bowl
It's like a cyclone
But ion really like to smoke
I rather take the ice strait to the dome
Man I'm in my zone

You already know
Flow to cold
Buy ya soul
Check the logo
This that free smoke
Quote it
Give me the bankroll
I'm In control an woke
Like I was snortin coke
Bitches love the way I stroke they hole
Pippin em down pippin em down
Truth be told
I'm getting blowed
While blowin this potent
An that's ya girl blowin me
Reload
Got plenty ammo
You on scroll mode
I'm achieving goals
Phukin hoes
Plotting n schemin
Fo the cash flo
Don't matter the tempo
Cuz I can really rap
Spittin thrax on the track
Whippin these bars
Like I was in the trap
Takin it from soft to hard
Smokin pack wit g in ssp
Watchin the big homies
Flickin they wrist rite there n the kitchen
Flow sick n twisted
This some vicious emcee shit
Stupid think I ain't goin in on this bitch
I really be spittin
Lyrical assassin
These words flowin an glowin like a poem
Literature class in session
Before it's all said an done
Inkin these words that I pen
On they skin
In between quotations
My music like a new age Aestheticism
See no race no religion
People can come together as one
No matter ya skin tone or where ya from
It won't be no judgin
Ima god with that plumbin
Ya girl called said she needed
Some pipe work done
So I went an laid that pipe on her
Took care of her plumbin
All up n her stomach
An you kno she loved it
Hahahaha