SJ - Ill-Disposed Gospel lyrics

[Verse I] I'll show you b**h made, disloyal n***as how to ball It's the Jastast and I'm comin rugged and raw From the eastside, Sharonline, YTown's where I reside But you know homie got his eyes on the WESTSIDE! You wanna talk about grown sh**, I did it You wanna talk about real life, I've lived it I been in the worst conditions and the grimiest positions And I'm out on top, all you muthaf**as can get it You wanna know what sets me off? a f** boy on a mission Wishin for me, to give in to this stressful livin' Them kats who once called you ‘homie' but they f**in with ya ex s**in' on the nips of her breasts Tryna be a captain save-a-hoe, oh? Fasho, homie Wine and dine her while I lay low, and get my money And when she's sick of bein' chased, she'll be back with the dogg Hit her with the “pump pump” make her legs shake [Chorus 4x] Ill-Disposed Gospel, People ask why I'm so hostile [Verse II] Y'all refute it, but this real music sh**, I do it Been on it for a decade, and people love my music Not to brag, but chicks around the globe know about the flow Waitin' for ya boy to blow, so they can blow (like a trumpet) I remember when you pricks ain't give a sh** Talkin behind my back, prayin' that I would quit I didn't listen, even when my bank account was dwindlin' I stuck it out, and my lifestyle has risen Gotta thank my lil Cali girl Wouldn't have made it through them months without ya girl And even though thangs ain't the same I still got ya back like ya had mine when things were insane Simple and plain, I made my own lane to elevate Halfa you lames can't even levitate, uh Don't give a sh** about being in the conversation, I'm winning In a global mindset, it's the whole world I'm gettin' [Chorus] [Verse III] I ain't been the same since I got shot, the aggression is back And I ain't takin bullsh**, homie, not one ounce of it Some college b**hes from the burbs Talkin' ‘bout I shot myself to get better with words b**h you crazy!? What'chu know about hood sh**? I'll get my sis to beat you up this block, what's good, b**h!? You don't know the emotional trauma gettin' shot by ya father Protectin' ya lil brother ‘casue he was steady bawlin' Man he 3! You ain't got a sense of family?? You're like my b**h a** father, come and see me If you froggy, oh, and daddy dearest, I hope you hear this Ya better not come back in my direction or I fear it'll Be a long way down! Oh, big and bad Hope you rottin' in that cell, hope it gives you a living hell Oh that dish was cold, G For the times you've survived hurtin' people, pay the piper, B For real [Chorus]