The First 48 lyrics

[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
They said my last mixtape had too much talking so allow me to start this off with a coughin' just as I do often
But this is just a portion, fly New York n*gga but I'm so Boston
b*tch, get off 'em I'm fire, fuego
You n*ggas all b*tches made in my eyes. Diego
The hate is sweet n*gga but don't play with me n*gga
Got that black star power but I'm A and E n*gga
n*ggas do your stupid ass like they do on the First 48
And this ain't the intro, it's just the first 48
No-no commercial breaks, I am great, f*ck mistakes I spit turbulence, b*tch I'll make your jumbo jack shake
I'm a hurricane, I'm a tsunami, f*ck it I'm a earthquake
All wrapped in one big f*ckin' missle HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I got a present comin' your way, in the worse way
I'll lay your ass out like school clothes on the first day
And just look at you with that goddamn face
SMH. Cold case. I'm killing n*ggas homie this is no race
And DJ just go I ain't even gotta show tape
'Jae Millz' with a 'S'. 2 of the biggest somgs of last year, was I on 'em? Yes
And the succesor we are Young Money, got me booked every night
Performin' YM verses for the rest of my life. And be aight
f*ck the crtics n*gga
Can't satisfy everybody so f*ck I'm livin' n*gga
Money, I get it n*gga. And don't forget it n*gga
'Bout to treat my moms to a house, in other words, I did it n*gga
Now back to the lyrics n*gga
Grim Reep Millz, I have come to collect spirits n*gga
Booth wise, it's homicide when I'm inside
You tellin' lies, convertin' Jesus to Amistad
You-you talking to that dark-skinned lady down in Memphis
At the prescent nature, ready to start preachin' nature
You askin' for your baby mama I can tell once you ask for a cup if water
Rap prosecutors wanna make my run shorter
Try to lock me down for verbal violence, every man-slaughter
I said 'Judge is ballin' every word of that sh*t'
Who chrages false? Just ask, I'll be murderin' sh*t
Do your ass like the Russians did Alonso
This The Flood n*gga, f*ck a poncho
I stimulate my mind, Cheech and Chongho
Smoke that Oscar the grouch, 'til I look like Gonzo
Somebody tell six I need a honcho, a pound though
But knowin' how my lungs grow, fine where that's gonna go
Half a million dollars last mixtape got in my way
2-tag flow, first 48
Millz!
Lehgo!