CELL BLOCK FREESTYLE / CD ON (feat. No I.D.)

Don't ever try to take my kindness for weakness
'Fore I have to come and find you and make you a secret
Make you sleep with the fishes, make you stay where your niche is
Told you to hide your aunties and all adult nieces
Shanices and Patrices, fucked and give 'em pieces
Sacrifice my life for rap, my bars come from Jesus
Think these niggas hatin', that is just my thesis
Stomp 'em with my Air Force 1 till it creases, ha

Nobody can fuck with Jason, for real
I write all of my verses in my head in less than ten
While these other niggas tend to need a week, what's your deal?
I might start a beef for the thrill
Shit been way too chill, I gotta turn the heat up a lil
And make the Palisade fires come down the hill
And burn the whole city

The flow so ugly, but my ho so pretty
The only way you get him is your money or the pity
Pity, pity, pity, pity, your last album was shitty
I'm like a boomerang, I might call you my boo today
But when tomorrow come, I'm finna get your ass a Uber, bae

In order to fuck, you gotta act like you her friend
Meanwhile, I do not have the patience to pretend
I'm a ruler lookin' for another fuckin' rule to bend
More dollars to spend, floatin', I suspend

Over these niggas, I'm overly dedicated
Overly medicated, I'm sick and I'm so sedated
My temperature higher than all my V12 car payments
I'm guessin' that seven thousand a month's the cost of bein' famous
And I hate it, zero out of ten, that's probably what I'll rate it
Overestimated, what I'll give for this or what I'm gainin'
Though the weight is heavy, promise you that I am not complainin'

Reachin' for my very illegal weapon, that's the Glock I'm aimin'
Felon with the felony, but still I gotta protect me
'Cause niggas got they eyes where my stainless steel Patek be
If these raps don't work, I'll probably have to move the heavy
'Cause every job that I try to get will just reject me