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letra de on thaa daily - jake kennison

[verse 1: jake]
i could’ve been a scholar
i could’ve been a baller, then i thought why even bother
tryna make some dollars, late night, spent recording by myself
cause no one sticks around, so i don’t need nobody else
never need somebodies help, made an -rs-nal, my inventory
they sleeping on your story, you should go and read that shit to maury
your style just kinda corny, dreams that i’ll be touring
dreaming of money , whipping foreigns, rocking retro jordans

[verse 2: jake]
pardon my lingo, if my words sounding slurred
cause i’ve been rippin’ on the bong, i been brewing some herbs
i can tell you’re not an artist, can tell you can’t compete
i’m like a ghost, under the covers with your girl in the sheets
this is as real as can be, you’re finally hearing from me
with what’s to come though in the future what they fearing to see
while i’ll be ever where you go like a tear in your jeans
i’ll be traveling the globe, while i carry my team
yea

[hook: jake]
money is the motive, that’s the reason why i wrote this
ill always drop the call unless you’re calling talking show biz
at this age in time there’s hella rappers, got me feeling hopeless
i want it all, i want the money, and the world to notice

[verse 3: jake]
no jobs here, i’m recording at my moms
i’ll find a decent beat, spit a verse and drop bombs
i’ve always wondered how does being famous really feel
so i feel, that ima take what i deserve, cause i’ve been waiting long
god dammit, i’m the freshest on this planet
had to buy a pair of shades cause my eyes are always slanted
now i know you’re feeling stranded, cause you know that i can do this
and if not you’re f-cking jealous, better know if not you’re stupid yea

[verse 4: jake]
it’s too easy, i could go on for days
have your girl tag along, i brought the weed, we can blaze
it’s sunny over here, i’m seeing no shades of grey
i’m seeing right past you, better watch what you say
friends come and go, then they memory fade
if i blow, when i get there i’ll remember these days
on the low while your talking bro, your girls getting slayed
i wanna welcome you to the game that you think that you play
yea

money is the motive, that’s the reason why i wrote this
ill always drop the call unless you’re calling talking show biz
at this age in time there’s hella rappers, got me feeling hopeless
i want it all, i want the money, and the world to notice

- jake kennison

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