Jitta On The Track - Oh Word?! lyrics

Started off with nothing there ain't Nobody who wanna touch him I ain't about the cla** discussion Tenth grade I said f** it Started making all these beats and raps But, it wasn't bout' nothing Smoking papers to the face a lot and drive around in public What all these haters talk about And then they want to party now And I gave your girl mouth to mouth and You want me to check your sound, cloud I think its funny we ain't got nothing in common bro I don't go to college But, I party like I did [Hook:] Oh Word?! You got all your life planned out? Oh Word?! You just smoked all of that ounce Oh Word?! Say I love the life that I live Oh Word?! Cause I ain't worried about sh** To the spot now (Oh Word?!) Smoking with the top down (Oh Word?!) Tryna talk sh** I ain't really concerned Imma do me say you mad (Oh Word?!) How many mother f**ers got a dream since 15 Then they turn their dream to reality How many people don't quit when they don't Ain't sh** come free and they gotta work for a salary See I knew I was born just to brew up a storm But still I gotta work so casually Just plot my attack got hot with some raps Step back cause you motherf**ing casualties k**ing the game but, flow in my vein Might go insane and blow out my brain I am the next Cobain you are lame I keep it real and stay in my lane I'm on the train with the rest of society I hear your raps and I know that you lie to me I know you are not sh** cause I met you Just keep it real and then I'll respect you Every penny I made from this thing Goes right back into it that's the way of the game Gotta stay sane ain't came with the fame Gotta sell weed is a god damn shame Record labels gonna make millions f** that I'm gonna blow up the building f** rap I'm not gonna follow the cosign route Get a Two Chainz feature and go pa** south This life is art d**h is hard Good times bad times where do I start? Knowing damn well you won't sh** on me and Your girl her and she sit on me I've gone through leaps and bounds just speak to crowds And I'm still gon hold it down for the 617 I drove around thinking damn imma make em' proud [Hook] [Jitta on the Track:] Started with a half an ounce and Ended with a swisher sweet and I been, knocking on your f**ing door Just like its trick or treating And I just really just f**ing need a party in my neighborhood I don't even care If it ain't popping bet I make it good She said my name was Jeter I swore I told her Jitta She yanking on my ten I swear that we some heavy hitters And I'm knocking out the poppy cause I f**ing hate the picture That you rappers claim you paint I'm pouring jin up on my liquor Oh word no verse no word Man I'm so high but, I know why that p**y down to four lives That does not mean that's four life You should just evaluate all my b**hes got celery So if I ever go broke I'll just hit up Amber and Melanie And all my b**hes bad I swear they need some felonies Got an appetizer b**h on the side I call her celery I'm just trying to make my city proud so they remember me And that don't make no sense Like a white girl drinking Hennessy [Hook]