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I'm a young shot-caller, hit placer
Bad b!tch taker, AK-slangin'-ass gangster
White flags, n!gga, we don't hang 'em
Two gun gang, twin Glocks, n!gga, I'm flamin'
Shoulda been a teacher how I get you white chalk
Loyal to the gang, I can never get bought
Stay up out the streets, you need to use the sidewalk

Oh, you the motherf*cking man, huh?
Oh, you be f*cking b*tches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando, selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullsh*t that I don't need
I'm telling y'all n*ggas, y'all ain't f*cking with me
See, I looked in the mirror, and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Look in my eyes, tell me a tale
Do you see the road, the map to my soul?
Look, tell me the signs whenever the smoke clear out of my face
Am I picture-perfect, or do I look fried?
All of that green and yellow, that drip from your eyes is tellin'
Tell you demise, I went to my side
To push back the ceilin' and push back the feelings, I had to decide
I replay them nights, and right by my side
All I see is a sea of people that ride wit' me
If they just knew what Scotty would do to jump off the stage
And save him a child
The things I created became the most weighted
I gotta find balance and keep me inspired (hah)
Yeah, yeah

I miss the old JD, straight from the 'Go JD, chop up the soul JD, set on his goals JD. I hate the new JD, the bad mood JD, the always rude JD, spaz in the news JD. I miss the sweet JD, chop up the beats JD. I gotta to say, at that time I'd like to meet JD. See I invented JD, it wasn't any JDs, and now I look and look around and there's so many JDs. I used to love JD, I used to love JD, I even had the pink Polo, I thought I was JD. What if JD made a song, about JD? Called "I Miss The Old JD," man that would be so JD! That's all it was JD, we still love JD, and I love you like JD loves JD.

okay dude...