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Ladies and gentlemen I go by the name of Jae Millz Justin Case, Marlyn New York City That's it It's really here I'm a father who's child in this world livin' Just chillin', spittin' This verse from my iPhone just ringin' My lyrics get mo' po' in the oda I'm getting Young niggas like, what can I give 'em? Like wisdom Oh, not to mention some dope ass music you can play when you're getting dressed Man, it's like I make theme music for getting fresh Smoke medicated every day, fuck a cigarette You would think I was Mike's son, I got all the Jords Sneaker boxes galore, my closet have a storage waz Somebody feel they in need, they could come record I look the new world's mirror and asked who was the doppest you ever saw in the city I'm a father who's child in this world livin' Still chillin', still tryna remain sucker free and get this chicken My new Sedan hard like MOP halls And it's still MOP, yea, money over pigeons Ain't no all on my marble floors, baby I ain't slippin' I enticin' in yo game showin' Givens But my birthday in this year, in Houston I was double cup Throbe on, that's disrespectful to pimpin' if I wasn't sippin' That's just G shit, fuck a rap song Ask Bun if you think I'm just puttin' words in rap form My sline ain't gave me a chance in the platform Now my town hype cause a fool is what I act for Yea, Yankee feel it, low cuts Spend mo' money on my belt than the jeans they holdin' up Like my ex down in the dust, I don't care how she holdin' up Humor from a beamered up bus so who's the real asshole?