JARJU DONE by K. Roe Lyrics
MC Mike drop the fucking mic
You’re done so get on ya bike
Me and you are nothing alike
Only I can make the room go pysch
Setting fire to the vill, watch out for the airstrike
Young boi it be aiming for you
I will beat you red and blue
I’m kicking you out of the crew
So I’m saying fuck Jarju
You’re done Jarju
I’m blasting past you
Your leave is due
Time for you to leave the game
Young K taking hybrid to fame
Lil mike you ain't in my lane
Your fucking bars are plain
Young Kdot no longer tame
Im gonna kill you on this track
Go back to school your skills lack
Go back to school your skills whack
No cap, everybody knows its a fact
Murder you and this beat
I’m leaving nothing intact
Unlike you, i’m gonna make a impact
When you sat broke, imma watch my cash be stacked
You was a little bitch so you got smacked
I should of smashed in your face
So back the fuck up, outta my space
You cannot keep up with my pace
Before i bury you everybody say grace
After all this you will be a lost case
Cos im gonna make you disappear without a trace
Im fucking ace, im gonna win this race
Going hard like this bass
I’m a lyrical master, you a phoney bastard this shit gonna hurt you, quick get a plaster
I just go faster, so I just blast right past ya
This is the life I chose
You ain’t fucking on hoes
Your neck never gonna be froze
You staying low, I just fucking rose
Get rid of that shit hair, maybe get some cornrows?
I ain’t there but I still run the vill
I ain’t scared of you or the bill
Boy your death near
So start writing your will
All this heat you will feel
You need some ice to chill
Heard you can’t rock the crowd without smoking loud?
Boy you wanted smoke
So ill make you choke
To me you’re a joke
Its me you don’t provoke
Im gonna make you broke
I guess Young K has awoke
KDOT going fucking wild
You was fiending weed off Kyle
Hamerton Park you threw up bial
You couldn't handle the fet
I’m gonna win this bet
This smoke got you upset
Fake boi tryna be like Offset
This only increasing my net
Someone take this bitch to the vet
There isn’t any respect
Michael Jarju you ain't a threat
You was not involved when the HAK gang was killing beats at The Spot
Unlike you we was killing the lot
Young mike stop acting like a thot
You cannot fuck with kdot
You cannot fuck with kdot
You cannot fuck with kdot
MC Mike drop the fucking mic
You’re done so get on ya bike
Me and you are nothing alike
Only I can make the room go pysch
Setting fire to the vill, watch out for the airstrike
You’re done so get on ya bike
Me and you are nothing alike
Only I can make the room go pysch
Setting fire to the vill, watch out for the airstrike
Young boi it be aiming for you
I will beat you red and blue
I’m kicking you out of the crew
So I’m saying fuck Jarju
You’re done Jarju
I’m blasting past you
Your leave is due
Time for you to leave the game
Young K taking hybrid to fame
Lil mike you ain't in my lane
Your fucking bars are plain
Young Kdot no longer tame
Im gonna kill you on this track
Go back to school your skills lack
Go back to school your skills whack
No cap, everybody knows its a fact
Murder you and this beat
I’m leaving nothing intact
Unlike you, i’m gonna make a impact
When you sat broke, imma watch my cash be stacked
You was a little bitch so you got smacked
I should of smashed in your face
So back the fuck up, outta my space
You cannot keep up with my pace
Before i bury you everybody say grace
After all this you will be a lost case
Cos im gonna make you disappear without a trace
Im fucking ace, im gonna win this race
Going hard like this bass
I’m a lyrical master, you a phoney bastard this shit gonna hurt you, quick get a plaster
I just go faster, so I just blast right past ya
This is the life I chose
You ain’t fucking on hoes
Your neck never gonna be froze
You staying low, I just fucking rose
Get rid of that shit hair, maybe get some cornrows?
I ain’t there but I still run the vill
I ain’t scared of you or the bill
Boy your death near
So start writing your will
All this heat you will feel
You need some ice to chill
Heard you can’t rock the crowd without smoking loud?
Boy you wanted smoke
So ill make you choke
To me you’re a joke
Its me you don’t provoke
Im gonna make you broke
I guess Young K has awoke
KDOT going fucking wild
You was fiending weed off Kyle
Hamerton Park you threw up bial
You couldn't handle the fet
I’m gonna win this bet
This smoke got you upset
Fake boi tryna be like Offset
This only increasing my net
Someone take this bitch to the vet
There isn’t any respect
Michael Jarju you ain't a threat
You was not involved when the HAK gang was killing beats at The Spot
Unlike you we was killing the lot
Young mike stop acting like a thot
You cannot fuck with kdot
You cannot fuck with kdot
You cannot fuck with kdot
MC Mike drop the fucking mic
You’re done so get on ya bike
Me and you are nothing alike
Only I can make the room go pysch
Setting fire to the vill, watch out for the airstrike