Jag Gatz - Don't Miss lyrics

Verse: Motherfu*ker i don’t miss Everything around me that has found me it all tell me stay focused Ain’t no need to worry it’s still early so just make sure you know this When you get to starting put yo heart in cuz at first they won’t notice But you one of the coldest And motherfu*ker you don’t miss I’m going down as a great get it straight you could quote this Do it for the culture till it’s over all the rest is a bonus Coming for the god don’t get got better pray that you won’t miss But i know you gon miss Cuz you b*tches is hopeless And y’all will always be, cuz y’all just always need To hate the leaders from the bleachers get em off of me Because honestly, i got em shook that the kid became a prodigy Raising hell with what i’m offering, so imma need the biggest deal they’ll offer me Triple that real quick because i’m possibly, the chosen one on a run fulfilling prophecies So i can’t miss Pressure riding on me still move calmly cuz i stray from the antics If you ain’t with the wave won’t get saved man our drip on atlantis This ain’t just happen no capping since a youngin i planned this I grab the plot line and then twist, put me top of yo damn list Cuz i started bottom of the bench Now i’m main threat and i got em with the flinch Aiming for the works, b*tch i caught em with the wrench But i still win, shower on him till i’m drenched Buckets from the field i’m a hunnid damn percent Opponents just compete who do the running man the best Cuz the way i’m shooting, ain’t gon come in and upset Work i done it fam i’m set So i don’t miss This for all the times back when i put it up and saw no swish All i wanna do keep it true make money and dope sh*t You can’t get enough this that stuff start upping your dosage Yo the kid is ferocious And motherfu*ker he don’t miss You need help to spell here’s an l and b*tch you could hold this I’m out here eating but i’m feeding i’ll serve you a whole dish This came to existence from persistence swear to god i done spoke this Chased my dream and then hocus, pocus, oh sh*t Going psycho Hitting all that’s left, yet i’m stronger moving right tho Guess which way i might go, feeling like i’m michael Screaming iso cuz my veins got that ice hoe Damn they like can you miss for once I missile launch, chef curry then i drizzle on Tryna do me foul, gotta blow the whistle son This a home run and i’m making hits for fun Yet i ain’t miss Stay with a heater ain’t no cheater boy my record is stainless Shooting at the star but you far off cuz you is aimless Let’s start the era right it’s all mine motherfu*ker i claim this In the presence of greatness, ‘member this when i’m famous