I don't fuck with nobody but me, I can't lose.
Really, niggas ask why I stay to myself - well I have my reasons. I'm sick of my name being spoken down on like I'm some type of ho ass nigga. Really, now. You'll never associate Jay with anything besides real. If I have something to say to any of you niggas or bitches, I'll say it. Don't get it confused with me holding my tongue for ANYONE. I speak what the fuck I want to say when I want to say it. Yet again, another person I figured knew better than that would really understand shit, but they never do. I don't fuck with none of y'all. Remember that. Whenever you see me, you really don't know me. That's not a personal shot to anyone, it's for all of you. Don't speak my name out of your vocal cords.
Real fucking talk, if you have a problem with me - speak your mind. You niggas bitch up so quick. Get at me. I'm not hard to find, my nigga. You know my number, you know any messenger I use. You can get at me any way possible. You can go tell someone else you have a problem with me, but text me and IM me like shit's cool? Get the fuck out of my face. You lose respect. Know this, I don't fuck with you like that anymore. Please know that when you see me, you don't know me. I swear you figured better, really. Someone tells you some shit, but you don't know the whole conversation. Oh, so now you mad? You maaadd. You niggas are fucking frail. Don't front like you wasn't speaking on shorty because your people showed me conversations. Don't front like you didn't have a problem with shorty, because you did. I didn't go back telling her anything and when she said something about you, I didn't speak about shit. Her name was in your mouth. Whether you said it or not or what you said was mixed up, you still spoke on her. So save that shit. Nigga, you mad? Really. Get the fuck on.
Now, you. If I'm speaking to you, I'm speaking to you. Like, I have nothing to hide - but I don't expect anything I say to you to end up on a blog or for you to go running back to anyone about what I said. Honestly, it's childish as fuck to show conversations off. I don't have a problem with you, but that's some bitch shit. Handle your business a little better.
It's cool, though. People are temporary. I don't fuck with none of y'all. So really, save that speaking on my name. If anytime you have a problem with me - get the fuck at me. Nigga, I'll shoot you my address, my whereabouts and my hang outs. You can see me on any street or any place you'd like to converse with me at. Save that childish shit for someone else. It's a respect issue to me, yo. If I have a problem with Barbra, the fuck I'ma go talk to Jessica for? Nigga, I'll come to you. You have something to say? Really - save it, unless it's directly to me. And please, don't text me or hit me up like shit's good.
Now what's phony?
Really, niggas ask why I stay to myself - well I have my reasons. I'm sick of my name being spoken down on like I'm some type of ho ass nigga. Really, now. You'll never associate Jay with anything besides real. If I have something to say to any of you niggas or bitches, I'll say it. Don't get it confused with me holding my tongue for ANYONE. I speak what the fuck I want to say when I want to say it. Yet again, another person I figured knew better than that would really understand shit, but they never do. I don't fuck with none of y'all. Remember that. Whenever you see me, you really don't know me. That's not a personal shot to anyone, it's for all of you. Don't speak my name out of your vocal cords.
Real fucking talk, if you have a problem with me - speak your mind. You niggas bitch up so quick. Get at me. I'm not hard to find, my nigga. You know my number, you know any messenger I use. You can get at me any way possible. You can go tell someone else you have a problem with me, but text me and IM me like shit's cool? Get the fuck out of my face. You lose respect. Know this, I don't fuck with you like that anymore. Please know that when you see me, you don't know me. I swear you figured better, really. Someone tells you some shit, but you don't know the whole conversation. Oh, so now you mad? You maaadd. You niggas are fucking frail. Don't front like you wasn't speaking on shorty because your people showed me conversations. Don't front like you didn't have a problem with shorty, because you did. I didn't go back telling her anything and when she said something about you, I didn't speak about shit. Her name was in your mouth. Whether you said it or not or what you said was mixed up, you still spoke on her. So save that shit. Nigga, you mad? Really. Get the fuck on.
Now, you. If I'm speaking to you, I'm speaking to you. Like, I have nothing to hide - but I don't expect anything I say to you to end up on a blog or for you to go running back to anyone about what I said. Honestly, it's childish as fuck to show conversations off. I don't have a problem with you, but that's some bitch shit. Handle your business a little better.
It's cool, though. People are temporary. I don't fuck with none of y'all. So really, save that speaking on my name. If anytime you have a problem with me - get the fuck at me. Nigga, I'll shoot you my address, my whereabouts and my hang outs. You can see me on any street or any place you'd like to converse with me at. Save that childish shit for someone else. It's a respect issue to me, yo. If I have a problem with Barbra, the fuck I'ma go talk to Jessica for? Nigga, I'll come to you. You have something to say? Really - save it, unless it's directly to me. And please, don't text me or hit me up like shit's good.
Now what's phony?
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Rawr. Fiesty!
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