Lyrics fucks on zero - Mr. J. Medeiros

fucks on zero

I got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero
With the sound coming in like a truck through ya ear holes
Writer dye with the pen I’ma bust on ya heroes
I’m coming around the bend with a puffed out ego
Got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero
I roll up on public transport
In a pair of old chucks and a dusty Jansport
And there ain’t no fucks in there for damn sure
Cus there ain’t no love for a man who don’t answer to no one
Had no luck with a pair now I’m Logan with that hands that I share
Even if you Shogun I’ma stare like step down «Get your hands in the air»
That’s a slogan ain’t to quick on the draw are ya
From the Springs when it ring when you Stall R’ya
Sure you know who this is
The most unlikely rapper in the music biz
So take that business in your personals
Cus to me it’s just personal and personal
See I was born with the curse to be adverse
So every time I add a verse it’s verse it all
I got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero
With the sound coming in like a truck through ya ear holes
Writer dye with the pen I’ma bust on ya heroes
I’m coming around the ben with a puffed out ego
Got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero
You can count on sheep that they ain’t know this song
So you are now sleeping on the most slept on
I’ma thousand rounds deep see my ammo this long
Thou shall not speak less your MO this strong
Though my press release is a loner with a bong
Who just repeats, «Do you know this song?»
I still left the beat with a flow you can’t form
So rest in peace with the stove left on
Now I’m up over your head like the sheep are nah
I’m up over your head like I’m Steve Jobs nah
I’m up over your head like a Hijab
Now I’m up over your head like I’m Lee Oswald
Awe shit let me see y’all solve
It gets mind blowing when you see all forms
On me, tech, religion, and politics
When you sleep we creep that’ll be your fall
I got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero
With the sound coming in like a truck through ya ear holes
Writer dye with the pen I’ma bust on ya heroes
I’m coming around the ben with a puffed out ego
Got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero
I am Mr. J. but I ain’t bout a comic
I ain’t bout a joker I ain’t on that star shit
I am on that comet I ain’t got no cares
Taking out the competition like outta nowhere
Stated by the profits I ain’t bout to go shares
Hating in the comment section like I’ma go there
Hating is an odd reflection of all your own fears
Just nod, respect, and get your own damn
I’ll body bag a rapper like a burka
I mean the heat from the raps is a burden
Now bow and beg to the burner
Then its bow to the head and the sternum
You don’t believe me well that’s ok
Looks deceive just ask OJ
You look at me and gasp Oh J
I can’t believe that you would act this way
I got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero
With the sound coming in like a truck through ya ear holes
Writer dye with the pen I’ma bust on ya heroes
I’m coming around the ben with a puffed out ego
Got my dial on ten and my fucks on zero