Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Jam, artist - Logic. Album song Bobby Tarantino, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
The Jam |
What the fuck you mean you ain’t know my name? |
Only thing I changed, I ain’t got no change |
Still me and my homies and we all the same |
Still me and my homies, screamin', «Fuck the fame» |
What the fuck you mean you ain’t know my name? |
Only thing I changed, I ain’t got no change |
Still me and my homies and we all the same |
Still me and my homies, screamin', «Fuck the fame» |
Sellin' records on a major label |
But I’m still movin' like I’m independent |
Still respected like I’m independent |
I’m just talkin' my shit so don’t get offended |
Bitch I been invented this real |
Been the same since my deal |
If you try to say that I’m changin' |
Wait for the album, see how you feel |
My third album, my Graduation like Kanye |
Music on another level, yeah I’m tryna take this shit further beyond Ye |
I just might fuck around and drop this shit on 'em by surprise like I’m Beyoncé |
Got a couple million in the bank right now |
But I want my zeros beyond Jay |
Counting money like Rothenberg, VC |
Paid a price to be me |
Ain’t it nice to be me? |
Ain’t it nice to be free? |
Do what you want when you wanna do it |
On the real, it ain’t nothin' to it |
Young man on his Alan Watts |
In a bookstore with my pocket watch |
Wifey, goin' hard with the squats |
Life good so they take shots |
That’s childish, I hate shots |
I’ve been at it, Rattpack, get that shit tatted |
Fuck with me on Snapchat |
Talk shit and get clapped back |
Only carry-on is my backpack |
When I jetset like a war vet |
What up |
What the fuck you mean you ain’t know my name? |
Only thing I changed, I ain’t got no change |
Still me and my homies and we all the same |
Still me and my homies, screamin', «Fuck the fame» |
What the fuck you mean you ain’t know my name? |
Only thing I changed, I ain’t got no change |
Still me and my homies and we all the same |
Still me and my homies, screamin', «Fuck the fame» |
Everybody know I’ve been at it with this rap shit |
Fuck around with this trap shit |
But this next album is a wrap, shit |
My third album, my Graduation like Kanye |
Music on another level, yeah I’m tryna take this shit further beyond Ye |
I just might fuck around and drop this shit on 'em by surprise like I’m Beyoncé |
Got a couple million in the bank right now |
But I want my zeros beyond Jay |
I want my zeros beyond |
I want my zeros beyond Jay |
That shit they talkin' beyond fake |
Fact 'em right now he beyond fake |
I’m a take a minute and get in it so you know I’m in it |
This right here my house, you the tenant |
Everything that happens, I intend it |
Every word that you hear, I invented |
I’ve been living like a king |
I ain’t worried 'bout a thing |
I’ve just been bumpin' that |
This why your girl on a sling |
That’s the type of shit I bring |
I’m doin' this for the fans, so they can turn up in my absence |
Started a channel, already made a hundred grand off of AdSense |
I ain’t do it for the money though |
I don’t do it for the money though |
Shout out to Kid Cudi though |
That’s the homie, you already know |
What the fuck you mean you ain’t know my name? |
Only thing I changed, I ain’t got no change |
Still me and my homies and we all the same |
Still me and my homies, screamin', «Fuck the fame» |
What the fuck you mean you ain’t know my name? |
Only thing I changed, I ain’t got no change |
Still me and my homies and we all the same |
Still me and my homies, screamin', «Fuck the fame» |
I don’t give a damn, I know who I am, tell 'em |
I don’t give a damn, I know who I am |
Yeah they talkin', but I’m gettin' money for me and my fam |
This shit ain’t that super deep |
Nah this right here just the jam |
This right here the jam |
This right here just the jam |
This shit right here jam |
This my jam |
This shit here the jam |