Wow
J.a.h.o. Lyrics

Yeah, you want the next part, kablaow
You're excited for what's coming next

Yeah, kablaow, yeah
The next part is something impactful

That's that shit, that's the part right here
This is the part that everyone loves

Shit, I'm proud
I feel accomplished about what I've created

The track, got a whole lot of cash
This song is a huge success and making a lot of money

Kablaow, I put a hole in your
My lyrics are powerful and will hit you hard

Oh wow (oh wow, oh wow)
This is amazing, I'm in awe

She got a big old ass (shawty got a big ol' butt, shit)
She has a really large butt

I'm proud (but)
I'm proud of my accomplishments, but there's more to come

I got a whole lot of cash
My success has brought me a lot of money

Kablaow
My rhymes pack a punch

I put a hole in your ass (and then)
My lyrics will leave an impact on you

I'm out
I'm done with this verse

Like a motherfuckin' lamp
I'm leaving quickly, like turning off a lamp

Smoke in my nappy dreads, how you scared to die, nigga?
I've been through hard times, why are you afraid of death?

Don't believe that lie, I think that everybody happy dead
Death is not something to be feared, it brings peace

Hell is a fabricated figment of imagination
Hell isn't real, it's just a made-up idea

I done seen worse for real right there off Yadkin and behind gas station
I've seen real darkness in my life

Cambridge Homes, 'partments where the girls get damaged young
Low-income housing where young girls are often mistreated

From overexposure to the vultures
Predators take advantage of these vulnerable girls

That prey on them like pastors is supposed to
Even those who are supposed to protect them can hurt them

If they wasn't so concerned
If they weren't so focused on material things

About the tags that's on they clothes, but
If they didn't care so much about designer clothing

Guess that's how it goes, fuck it, what do I know?
I don't know what the solution is, it's just the way things are

Ain't been in service since Jim Jones had somethin' with Hov
I haven't been to church in a long time

I document my life with rap beefs, love songs, favorite albums
My music tells the story of my life

In years that my niggas got blood on
In the years that my friends have been through violence

They sneakers from bodies they might've caught
Their shoes may have blood on them from the violence they've been a part of

I don't judge no one, I'm just knowin'
I'm not judging anyone, I'm just aware of the situation

At night, when it get quiet, that shit could fuck with 'em
The trauma they've experienced can affect them at night

And if it don't right now, it's gon' catch up to 'em
If it's not affecting them now, it will eventually

Guilt heavy as a cloud in a thunderstorm, huh
They feel guilty about the violence they've been involved in

My niggas blowing loud like an elephant
My friends are smoking marijuana to cope

It's helpin' 'em to cope, I don't do nothin' if it don't
Marijuana is helping my friends, so I support it

Make somethin', make a dollar
I'm focused on creating and making money

Make me wonder, make me prouder
I want my creations to be impactful and make me proud

Make me karma, make me better
My creations should also make me a better person

I ain't no killer, don't make me have to, nigga
I don't want to resort to violence

You want my spot, well maybe after, nigga
You want to take my place, but it's not happening anytime soon

So active on the radio, I'm radioactive, nigga, ooh
I'm so popular on the radio, it's like I'm radioactive

That's a bar, I had to give it to 'em
That line was particularly good

Never slouching, not even on couches in the living room
I maintain good posture even when I'm relaxing

And I feel like the world is ending soon
I have a feeling that things are going to get worse soon

Is there any good or bad? Well that's depending on you
Whether something is good or bad is subjective

And if you wake up in time
If you realize what's happening before it's too late

I know it's better to be sleep, that's why we hate the alarm
We resist waking up because it's easier to ignore reality

I feel you
I understand where you're coming from

I got a whole lot of cash (racks, racks, racks)
I'm successful and wealthy

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm emphasizing my success

Oh yeah
I'm celebrating my success

(Bizness Boi) yeah, uh, oh yeah
I'm acknowledging the producer and continuing to hype the song

If I keep moving like this, then I'ma glide
I'm making quick progress

Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
I may appear happy, but I struggle with jealousy internally

And I know it inside, inside out, ay
I'm aware of my own internal struggles

What this shit here mean? Is this Japanese? Huh
I don't understand the meaning behind this symbol

The way I'm robbin', niggas say I'm gonna die
People think I'll end up dead because of my behavior

I bought a baby Draco carbon, that's a motherfuckin' lie
I'm denying the accusation that I bought a gun

Stephen Curry on my hip, Klay Thompson, let it fly
I have a gun and I'm ready to use it

Southwest Murder Block Crips, we don't die, we multiply (Crip)
My gang is strong and growing

Maxo talk a lot of shit but is he really 'bout that life? (Say what?)
People question whether I'm really as tough as I say I am

Is a pig's pussy pork and can a caterpillar fly? (That's right)
Those are both things that are true

Go Go Gadget, toting ratchets, beam attachment on the side
I have a gun with a scope attached to it

I keep a savage that'll blast it, my crash dummies down to ride
I have friends who are willing to use violence with me

These niggas janky than a bitch, I do my shit up on my lonely
I don't trust anyone else and prefer to do things alone

So I can't trust you on a lick if you not Nina, Mac, or Tommy
I only trust a select few people

Trap house serving like hibachi, Draco, chopstick, baby AK
I'm involved in drug dealing and have weapons to protect myself

Different flavors like Tekashi, twelve gauge shotty like I'm Tr3yway
I have a variety of guns and drugs, like Tekashi69 and Trayway

Maxo Kobe, holy moly, servin' Smokey like I'm Day-Day
I'm making a lot of money and comparing myself to successful people

Runnin' out of dog food like I fed Chico
I'm struggling financially

Put a brick on your head and get you dropped like Deebo
I will use violence to control and intimidate others

I'm slangin' bricks like Craig, I'm tryna drop these bows (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)
I'm selling drugs and trying to make more money

What this shit here mean? Is this Japanese? Huh (look)
I still don't understand the symbol and am questioning it again

Alright, I fucked up my whip 'cause I'm high and I swerve
I crashed my car because I was under the influence

Sorry that I scared you, I ain't do that on purpose
I didn't intend to cause fear

My life been fucked up so I got problems with my nerves
I've been through a lot and now struggle with anxiety

My hands be sweaty
I'm experiencing physical symptoms of anxiety