Big Trouble (prod. by Jamvvis & Lege Kale)

What you doing in China for? I heard there's trouble out there.

Produced by: @jamvvis + @legekale
Mixed + Mastered by: @jrobbdaproducer
Ad-libs: @jamvvis, @legekale, @jrobbdaproducer
@fung-sway, @runboxweathers, and Jovin

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Woke this morning
With nothing to do
Put on some new garments
I found my calling
My homies keep calling
Like why are stalling
You should just kill em
You could make millions
Bring back that feeling
I’m ready I’m willing
My head to the ceiling
My mind to the sky
Cloud is a 9
Look in mirror like what is God
Is it not I
Cookies crumble want a piece of the pie
Dedication are the reasons we die
What you love will kill you
I'm surprised I ain’t drowned yet
Stole the show ain’t even show up for soundcheck
Getting checks I ain’t get a chance to count yet
Taxes niggas I’m gon’ need an accountant
Ponce De Leon I done found me the fountain of youth
You can’t deny I’m the truth

Chorus:
I keep my head up high
Prepared to say my
Last good bye’s
My wings are strong
My hearts intact
Been gone so long
I might never come back
I’ll see you
See you later
Know that freedom isn’t money
It’s the acres
Where you land
Where you land
I got plans
I got fans
I got Jams
Don’t need friends
I need bands
I need bands

Verse 2:
Capital One Niggas
Always worried about what’s in your wallet
I meet your girl got her number don't call it
I'm more concerned about making deposits
I brush my teeth and don't turn off the faucet
I mean I'm flowing I do it subconsciously
Shitting on rappers hope Charmin will sponsor me
Future’s promising don't need you to promise me
Something,
Men In Black,
Will Smith, huh?
Press that red button
Assembly lines your lyrics malfunction
How do fuck boys always get reproduction
Arresting the pussy,
Just watch who you cuffin
Chickens head known for the cluckin
Y'all niggas know for the nothin
Y'all niggas know for the bluffin
I don't need no robitussin
I feel high and I ain't even hit the bong
I like em old I might even hit your mom
Grease lightning,
I like em dumb I’ll hit a blonde
Ridel High when she hit them intercoms
Get up in her pond
Been a minute um
Poser niggas still shop at Billabong
Name ain't Cary how you alway get it wrong
World of Richard Scary’s where I get it from
Always busy
Always witty
Ciroc boys, yeah you always Diddy
Popping bottles but your CD frisby
Hope somebody catch it
You gon' have to miss me