Jerome
Mick Jenkins ft. Joey Bada$$ Lyrics

Put your motherfuckin’ hands in the air
Raise your hands high

Or you gon’ need a halo, I’m a mothafuckin’ slayer
You'll be in trouble, I'm a powerful force

This ain’t no game, I’m not no player
I'm serious, not here to mess around

Nigga tryna find his way and then he bringing pain
I'm searching for my path and causing trouble along the way

You better know we major
Understand our significance and importance

I’m on this water heavy, what’s a little gold and a pager
I'm heavily focused on my craft, material possessions mean little to me

Wrestle with these words a young Mick Foley
Engage in a battle of words like Mick Foley, a professional wrestler

All I see is AC Slater
All I see are people who are pretentious and fake

These niggas jaded, ‘bout to set it off, I be like Jada
These people are disillusioned, I'm about to start something big like Jada Pinkett

Still on the block it feel like Jenga how it tumble down
Still in the neighborhood, witnessing how everything is falling apart like a game of Jenga

Hands shaking like a Rumble, pack up we humble now
Feeling nervous and uncertain, but we remain grounded

Buzzing how we bumble now
We're making moves and creating a buzz

Leaving niggas puzzled, do the right thing and they buggin’ out
Confusing people, when you try to do what's right they resist

Know the freedom stop for nothing, tell ‘em niggas stop the frontin’
Nothing can hinder our freedom, tell those faking to stop pretending

Roll in front, so if you ever see teardrop you better know we choppin’ onions
Being at the forefront, if you see a teardrop tattoo, understand we're involved in illegal activities

I’m spitting yellow bricks, we rarely stop for munchkins
I'm rapping with great skill, we don't pay attention to insignificant people

That’s why I do not fuck with customs, I’m unaccustomed to these costumes
I don't conform to societal norms, I'm not used to pretending

Know that if you cross the free it just might cost you
Be aware that opposing us could have severe consequences

I’m not a doctor or Kevin Costner
I'm not a healer or an actor

The way I’m dancing with these wolves, I pray I never lost her
The way I'm dealing with dangerous people, I hope I never lose control

Step, I keep it steppin’ nigga that’s a bet
I continue moving forward confidently, that's for sure

Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Calm down and observe, I'll smoke marijuana and reflect

Put your motherfuckin’ hands in the air
Raise your hands high

And wave them like you just don’t care
Wave your hands around without any worry

I’m just showin’ love to my mothafuckin’ people
I'm expressing my love for my close ones

You can tell your mans we ain’t going no where
Let your friends know that we're staying here and won't leave

Now keep your hands motherfuckin’ in the air
Keep your hands up high

And wave them like you just don’t care
Wave your hands around without any worry

I’m just showin’ love to my mothafuckin’ people
I'm expressing my love for my close ones

You can tell your mans we ain’t going no where
Let your friends know that we're staying here and won't leave

Jerome in the mothafuckin’ house now
Jerome is present and ready to make a statement

Let a loafer steppin’, niggas better watch they mouth now
Let someone like me take control, others need to be careful what they say

Leaving loaded lessons, pray for blessings when the doubts ‘round
Sharing valuable insights, hoping for divine protection in uncertain times

Thousand Island stretchin’, I ain’t stressin’ no salad
Referring to his expensive lifestyle, not worrying about trivial matters

I’m in this water where the sharks be
I'm in a dangerous environment with ruthless individuals

Coming for the same place your thoughts be
Threatening to attack the same place where your mind resides

Artsy, dirty mouth, I never do the flossing
Being artistic, using explicit language, never engaging in superficial behavior

Hardly, stuntin’ on the niggas that’s frontin’
Rarely, showing off to those who are pretending

I know they do not want it, I run over niggas that’s punnin’
I know they don't want confrontation, I dominate those who are trying to compete

No I ain’t tryna kick it, I’m cookin’ no bun in the oven
No, I'm not interested in hanging out, not getting anyone pregnant

I need it on the stove, push it to the people off a cottage grove
I need drugs on the stove, distribute them in the neighborhood known as Cottage Grove

Pot of gold, flooded more than Hollygrove
Accumulating wealth, more than what's found in Hollygrove

Mothafuckin’ Hollywood, never take a holiday
Representing the glamorous lifestyle, never taking time off

I’m spotting foes everywhere, know that I get very rare
Identifying enemies all around, recognizing my own uniqueness

Faced the God, what’s up Based God?
Confronted a deity, paying homage to Lil B, also known as Based God

I’m pacing hot, tracing opps
I'm moving rapidly, tracking down rivals

Know your enemy, patrol your energy
Be aware of those who oppose you, protect your own energy

Don’t slip with niggas that pretend to be
Don't make mistakes with those who fake their identity

Only kin of me can call me blood
Only close family members can refer to me as family

Even a friendly can see the love
Even someone who's not family can see the affection

We do it for the free and keep it up
We do it without expecting payment, and continue doing it

Tell your niggas they can keep the hate
Tell your friends to hold onto their hatred

Tell my friends I appreciate, the value never depreciate
Tell my friends I appreciate them, the worth doesn't decrease

This for my niggas, who be chillin’ with them killers in the wild
This is dedicated to my friends who hang out with dangerous people in the streets

We gettin’ high ‘til we bug the fuck out
We're getting high until we lose control

It’s been a minute, I’ve been chillin’ on the
It's been a while, I've been relaxing

Prowl right, right
Moving around cautiously

And to my crooks from Chi-town all the way to Flatbush
To my friends involved in illegal activities from Chicago to Flatbush

We get wild if you give us that look
We become aggressive if you provoke us

Hit you with the follow up and the right hook, right, right
Attack you relentlessly and with force

Or you gon' have to lay low when I motherfucking spray you
You'll have to hide when I unleash my aggression upon you

This ain’t no game like Sega, don’t be a hero
This isn't a playful situation, don't try to be a hero

I’m with my good fellas and we ‘bout to rob Dinero
I'm with my trustworthy friends and we're planning to steal money

Give me the pesos, give me the Euros, give me the dollars
Give me different currencies, give me money

Give me the say so if these niggas want the drama
Give me permission if these people want to start trouble

If I call my partners up, body bags is popping up
If I contact my colleagues, there'll be dead bodies appearing

Keep popping shit, we pop the trunk, make you niggas popular
If you keep talking nonsense, we'll open the car trunk and make you famous in a bad way

Hit him between his oculars, what the fuck is popping, cuz?
Shoot him between the eyes, what's happening, cousin?

Super Saiyan like I opened forty-seven chakras up
Reaching a higher level of power, like a Super Saiyan, by unlocking multiple chakras

Pussy hoes we knocking up, these flows keep stocking up
Impregnating weak people, my rap skills keep increasing

As long as I’m rhyming I'm Ben Wallace on your wallets, uh
As long as I'm rapping, I'm aggressively taking your money like basketball player Ben Wallace

My true shottas go blocka, blocka
My real shooters go bang, bang

Soul shocking with the fire, probably light your block up
Surprising people with my talent, potentially causing chaos in your neighborhood

Stop your blood clot crying, the pussy boy there dying
Stop complaining, the weak person is suffering

It’s a cold, cold world, I think these niggas need the iron like 'blaow'
The world is harsh, these people need a wake-up call

How you like me now? Its the mothafuckin’ Brooklyn king of them now
Are you impressed? I'm the king of Brooklyn now

Nigga’s jocking my style, I been all on the road
People are copying my style, I've been traveling extensively

I been checkin’ out the shows, I been fuckin’ your hoes, like blap
I've been attending events, I've been having sexual encounters with your partners

This for my niggas, who be chillin’ with them killers in the wild
This is dedicated to my friends who hang out with dangerous people in the streets

We gettin’ high ‘til we bug the fuck out
We're getting high until we lose control

It’s been a minute, I’ve been chillin’ on the
It's been a while, I've been relaxing

Prowl right, right
Moving around cautiously

And to my crooks from Chi-town all the way to Flatbush
To my friends involved in illegal activities from Chicago to Flatbush

We get wild if you give us that look
We become aggressive if you provoke us

Hit you with the follow up and the right hook, right, right
Attack you relentlessly and with force