Attack Mode Lyrics

Young Jmatts all black in attack mode

Looking through your window

And I'm creeping in the back door

Motherfucker eyes on red and my hat low

Bet I'm gonna have 'em wondering

Like where my cash go

Asshole tendencies I'll never be

A fucking celebrity I'm an enemy

To every entity getting next to me

Slither like a centipede better be

On your best behavior, danger

Fuck your bitch 'til my legs hurt

These hating motherfuckers wanna cross me

I don't give a fuck assassinating is a hobby

Heartbeats stop when I pop up and drop heat

Finally I'm feeling myself how could I not be

Bitch it's a mindset

The grind get tough with the times yet

Mistakes we make in life don't define it

I'm trying to get out the dirt

And yeah I been out of work

But I've learned and I've hurt

Too much to sit down and burn up

Blood, blood

Gallons of the stuff

I just don't know what to think

I know I'll never be enough

I give them blood, blood

Gallons of the stuff

Call my father call my shrink

But don't you ever call my bluff

I give them blood, blood

Gallons of the stuff

I just don't know what to think

I know I'll never be enough

I give them blood, blood

Gallons of the stuff

Call my father call my shrink

But don't you ever call my bluff