J-BO Tha Beast Aka N.A.S.A. BO - Up 2 Par

My whole life i wanted to ball like kareem abdul jabarr
Im talkin mansions, foreign cars, and beluga caviar
Came from ziplock bags of mid
Now its thrax in mason jars
Nun but finnessin and money moces in my repertoire
In traffic trappin wit the pack
Hopin i dont catch a charge
I be snappin in the booth, like a playground i got bars
I stay smokin on dat thrax fuck around and go to mars
Times was hard, i dun came far, now my pockets large
Ooooh
Im Jbo i do what i wanna do
Play wit my money im gunnin you
I am your father im sonin you
Traphouse jumpin like a bunny do
After i go fuck yo biiiiiiiiiitch
I mite go smoke me a blunt or two
Bout my riches, money over bitches, Dem ben franks only thang dat im runnin too
My timin is perfect
The crown i deserve it
The package i serve it
Da customers purchase
Run it up, i get the money urgent
The police observin
Dese snake niggas lurkin
Like boosie and webbie young jbo be swervin
Im wit a bad bitch gettin head like a turban
I remeber when my pockets was hurtin
Kept chasin my dream, knew one day it be worth it

Tell dese rappers fuck a feature im a mothafuckin star
Ask yo bitch , and she'll say jbo tha beast be goin hard
I was walkin now im switchin lanes in a foreign car!
Youd think i was pro golfer
How my swag is up to par
Up to par , up to par
Up to par, up to pat
Aint no need 2 buy a feature, im a mothafuckin star
Call me jbo tiger woods cuz my swag is up to par
Broke niggas make me nervous
Say you want smoke shit get hot like a furnace
Like the bible i got hella verses
Fresh to death like its my funeral service
Ima get rich or die tryin like curtis
Flippin like a acrobat at the circus
Never been a butler but I be servin
Makin moves call me Kyrie Irving
Up to par, hole in one
All my younginz holdin gunz
Catchin plays makin runs
Bussin jugs stackin hunds
Big bread no crumbs
Countin funds wit my thumbs
Shittin on niggas like i got the runs
Well connected i got multiple plugs
Throwin ones when im in the strip club
Homeruns like i play for the cubs
The critics they treated me like a scrub
They like my flavor now they show me love
Was hungry now im eatin... Grub Hub
Was down on my luck now im runnin it up
Bout my business i should trap in a tux
You and crew just a buncha ducks
You couldnt walk a mile in my chucks
I dont play for tampa bay but i get bucks
Im from Okc so i ball like Russ
Im selfish because i dont give no fucks
I dont fw niggas like the klu klux
Out here servin like the food trucks
My flows be icy like some hockey pucks
Heard yo mixtape and it sucks

Written by:
Jacob Muse

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