[Intro]
Haha....
Uh—Yeah
SlimJayy
Gotta finish this up
It's the end—uh
[Verse 1:]
I was born Hip-Hop
Show up destroy and leave
With a belief that rap was made for me
Like dogs are made from China see
I built my dynasty off of the people who lied to me
I'm hated on and written inside your diary
I'm a rap addict, attached to rap cause I'm good at it
I try to practice on my rhymes, don't get lost in the attic
Next to a portrait of a dragon and a box of magnets
Wow, I'm a New York ratchet Hispanic, mixed with a prep boy
Late night's don't accept noise
Except when I'm looking fly like kids throwing Clark Kent toys
I wanna rap about something that you relate to
That's why I stepped away from money and d**
That ain't you
I'd rather rap about my life and the type of girls I like
And how I'm tighter than three fat women on a packed flight
You can laugh and say that everything I say is whack
But lay back in your Maybach
Turn on your system and play it back
Play it over and over 'til you respect me
'Til you don't forget me
'Til you blast my tape without regretting it
Oh—Jharrel Jerome is now SlimJayy?
Whoa—Jharrel Jerome just made a mixtape?!
And he always says he sick
Wait—and he spits great
And he don't even know yet if the mixtape went great (What?)
I guess it's what you say right?
Damn, your game is on the left
Cause you don't play right
Girl you're messing with the wrong guy, no date night
I'm not a shorter version of Richard, I'm an okay guy
I just got off my first topic
Damn SlimJayy, I got my turning signals on
And I'm about to switch lanes
Like Superman switching girls with the same name
Get it? Lois Lane—switch lanes?! (Um... okay)
[Hook]
No more fake MCs
No more wannabes
It's the end of the chapter
Write your summary
Goodbye, goodbye
But for now, put your hands up—like freeze
Stand up high please
It's the end
[Verse 2]
I'm sitting here in the same spot, while my brain rots
And fame got me scared, what if my game drops?
Got that same knot in my stomach
When I spit—I spit tight ropes that I'm stuck in
This is my track—I run it
But this ain't no track meet
bu*ter fingers can't catch me
In fact G, I'm all up in your face - acne
And they ask me, "Why you think you're really hot?"
Well I got slapped by the Devil while chillin' in a pot
So I guess that makes me hot
Nah—that makes me fire
That makes me attached to this game
You better grab your plier
You better grab a set of flyers
I'll make you retire, you wanna be at the top?
Go smoke and get higher
Good question, what made me interested in rap?
Actually, it was Eminem's "Infinite" track
And then from that I just wrote on a piece of scrap
With a black pen
And wrote something that made haters fall back
And I just kept writing every night
When I was vibing to the Tribe
And every other ill MC back in the 90's
I always wish I wasn't born so late
So I could wait on line and get a 2Pac tape
But now everybody's online getting YouTube
Wait—back up, how we go from 2Pac and now 2Chainz?
I wish we had two brains so we could think more
Hip-Hop's dying you mainstream should sing more
[Hook]
No more fake MCs
No more wannabes
It's the end of the chapter
Write your summary
Goodbye, goodbye
But for now put your hands up—like freeze
Stand up—high please
It's the end
[Outro]
Yeah—The End
And I'm ready to blast off
Other rappers back off
I'm bringing Hip-Hop back, Hip-Hop back
SlimJayy—Feel My Lyrics