Jon Jones

My doggy dog just copped some grills, he tryna put me on

I just internalized my will and dropped another song

Rollin' up that pack, it hit your chest like it was Jon Jones

Money, fame, and power, what you want? Well shit? I want it all

Tell that bitch don't hit my phone, lately I've been on the roll

Niggas tryna cop a crib and standardize my credit score

Back and forth from AC, to DC, like it was rock and roll

She think that I'm different from these niggas, hit it on the nose

Stayin' in my lane for real, these hoes know my name for real

Sold them on my pain for real, my heart stayed the same for real