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Jam
J. M. Smig Lyrics
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It's only one of me doe
Bay-baaaaaaaaaaaaaay
I'm in my bag like it's fries at the bottom
Told my brothas if I got it, I got 'em
Niggas hating, yeah I know that they watching
If you ain't with the gang, please keep it marching
What you gon' do when I drop the bomb?
Don't gotta tell me, I know I'm the man
Don't gotta tell me, I know I'm the man, yeah
Don't let me get in my jam, damn
Don't let me get in my jam, damn
Don't let me get in my jam, damn
Don't let me get in my
I feel like talking my shit
Like who the man with the hits?
Timex on the wrist
Jiggy nigga with the fits
Scorpion when I spit
Flamethrower, I don't miss
Remember I sat by myself during lunch
Now I set the table and no you can't sit
It's only room for the team
I sit at the head like a king
Tell 'em bow and kiss the ring
Just a young nigga with a dream
Southern Ave Tea got me loose
Plus I'm blowing trees with the troops
Brag rapper, think I'm souped
Fly nigga, she gon' goose
They ain't feel me so I switched up the flow
I'm in the Lyft bouta fuck on your ho
I made it known what it is from the go
I'm killing shit from the stu to the show
Iverson '01, I'm the truth
I need a Jeep and my bro need a coupe
Patio sex with a view of the beach
Fat nigga so you know I'ma eat, yeah
I'm in my bag like it's fries at the bottom
Told my brothas if I got it, I got 'em
Niggas hating, yeah I know that they watching
If you ain't with the gang, please keep it marching
Sleeping on me, better set your alarm
What you gon' do when I drop the bomb?
Don't gotta tell me, I know I'm the man
Don't gotta tell me, I know I'm the man, yeah
Don't let me get in my jam, damn
Don't let me get in my jam, damn
Don't let me get in my jam, damn
Don't let me get in my
I feel like CM Punk with the mic, holmes
Might turn this shit into a pipebomb
Many hats, I do it on my own
You could never knock me off my thone
Should've known you the jealous type
Cause I'm hella nice and you like, "umm..."
M.J., not the King of Pop
But as far as mics I'm like Tyson
What's the gameplan?
Rap, get money, get fly, then hit the skins
She got the ocean so I'm diving in
But don't get nothing on my DDM
I do this shit for my brothas
Tired of seeing momma struggle
Fuck a bitch, cause I'm bout my bread
So if you feel what a nigga said
Say "Kill, no funny"
Fuck niggas, get money
Say "Kill, no funny"
Fuck bitches, get money
Winter spot down Pensecola
Luxury whips, can't do Corollas
I made my name ever since Takoma
HomeBASS, you can't fucking hold us
I'm in my bag like it's fries at the bottom
Told my brothas if I got it, I got 'em
Niggas hating, yeah I know that they watching
If you ain't with the gang, please keep it marching
Sleeping on me, better set your alarm
What you gon' do when I drop the bomb?
Don't gotta tell me, I know I'm the man
Don't gotta tell me, I know I'm the man, yeah
Don't let me get in my jam, damn
Don't let me get in my jam, damn
Don't let me get in my jam, damn
Don't let me get in my
The song by J.M. Smig, "Jam," is a confident and boastful track that focuses on the artist's success in the rap game. The first few lines proclaim that while there may be many other rap artists out there, there is only one J.M. Smig. Through the course of the song, the rapper boasts about his skills, his fashion, and his ability to rise from humble beginnings.
The lyrics highlight Smig's independence and ability to make it on his own, with lines such as "Many hats, I do it on my own / You could never knock me off my thone." He also discusses his relationships with his friends and fellow rappers, promising to look out for them when he is successful. However, Smig is also highly aware of those who may be jealous or envious of his success and warns them to stay away.
The refrain of the song, "Don't let me get in my jam, damn," seems to be a warning to those who doubt or underestimate Smig. He clearly believes in his own abilities and warns others not to give him a reason to show them up.
Overall, "Jam" is a confident and triumphant track that celebrates J.M. Smig's success and independence in the rap game.
Line by Line Meaning
Keep it 100 it's a lot of rap niggas out here but like...
There are many rappers out there, but none of them are like me.
I'm in my bag like it's fries at the bottom
I am in my zone, like when you reach the bottom of a bag of fries.
Told my brothas if I got it, I got 'em
I promised my brothers that if I have it, I will share with them.
What you gon' do when I drop the bomb?
How will you react when I release something amazing?
I'm killing shit from the stu to the show
I am dominating in both the studio and on stage.
Don't let me get in my jam, damn
Don't prevent me from being in my zone.
Many hats, I do it on my own
I wear many hats and do things independently.
You could never knock me off my thone
You can't take away my position of power.
Fuck a bitch, cause I'm bout my bread
I am focused on making money, not pleasing women.
HomeBASS, you can't fucking hold us
Our group, HomeBASS, cannot be stopped or defeated.
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Matthew Olden
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My compliments to the genuine schizophrenics imagining lyrics to my instrumental music. I love this site.