Jon Jr - J.U.N.I.O.R Lyrics

Jon Junior beyond Don Diva
The love the hate, my minds on neither
The gated estate, the five series Beamer
LV frames to match my demeanor
I'm usually tucking the hawk or the sweeper
Walking through, more ice than a freezer
Listen close I'm nice through the speaker
Propose a toast while I swipe the Visa
Nino flow, jack ya'll for pesos
Act brand new, start snitch‘in like Canseco
Get smacked up, I'm dumm'in like off the yayo
Henry Huds' I was running down for yayo
Small timers, made our way to the Carolinas
No priors, future felons, why try us
Belly ach'in, in the back of the Benz wait'in
New York plates, just as hot as the Caymans
This game I came in, committed, still dangerous
Prolific, buried two large in Vegas
Stay lifted, my mamis spit Spanglish
Sipp'in Tanqueray with lemon, crib spacious
Day dream'in, while them haters will stay scheme'in
We steam'in, smoke filled rooms with demons
Like intravenous, ya'll convert to fiends, I release genius
JR, the cleanest
Jon Junior beyond Don Diva
The love the hate, my minds on neither
The gated estate, the five series Beamer
LV frames to match my demeanor
I'm usually tucking the hawk or the sweeper
Walking through, more ice than a freezer
Listen close I'm nice through the speaker
Propose a toast while I swipe the Visa
Acapulco rock'in white linen, I'm not local, probably got the clip in
I assure you I'm not slipp'in
Like politicians, secret service stay switch'in
I flourish, they nervous, bout pitching
On purpose, I apply pressure to fiction
Story book characters rapping about flipp'in
Round nine five was different, man listen
OT coed ripp'in, so sickening
One vision, two chefs, one kitchen
Went from no pot to piss in to rocks glisten'in
Reynolds wrapped up, bricks like construction
My D.C. chick stayed cluck'in, bout nothing
Where I wasn't, and why I was out tussl'in
Cursing me out, kicking me out bugg'in
Learn something, stack much and stay hustl'in
Bridges don't burn and Gods who you trust in
Jon Junior beyond Don Diva
The love the hate, my minds on neither
The gated estate, the five series Beamer
LV frames to match my demeanor
I'm usually tucking the hawk or the sweeper
Walking through, more ice than a freezer
Listen close I'm nice through the speaker
Propose a toast while I swipe the Visa

Jon Junior beyond Don Diva
The love the hate, my minds on neither
The gated estate, the five series Beamer
LV frames to match my demeanor
I'm usually tucking the hawk or the sweeper
Walking through, more ice than a freezer
Listen close I'm nice through the speaker
Propose a toast while I swipe the Visa
Nino flow, jack ya'll for pesos
Act brand new, start snitch‘in like Canseco
Get smacked up, I'm dumm'in like off the yayo
Henry Huds' I was running down for yayo
Small timers, made our way to the Carolinas
No priors, future felons, why try us
Belly ach'in, in the back of the Benz wait'in
New York plates, just as hot as the Caymans
This game I came in, committed, still dangerous
Prolific, buried two large in Vegas
Stay lifted, my mamis spit Spanglish
Sipp'in Tanqueray with lemon, crib spacious
Day dream'in, while them haters will stay scheme'in
We steam'in, smoke filled rooms with demons
Like intravenous, ya'll convert to fiends, I release genius
JR, the cleanest
Jon Junior beyond Don Diva
The love the hate, my minds on neither
The gated estate, the five series Beamer
LV frames to match my demeanor
I'm usually tucking the hawk or the sweeper
Walking through, more ice than a freezer
Listen close I'm nice through the speaker
Propose a toast while I swipe the Visa
Acapulco rock'in white linen, I'm not local, probably got the clip in
I assure you I'm not slipp'in
Like politicians, secret service stay switch'in
I flourish, they nervous, bout pitching
On purpose, I apply pressure to fiction
Story book characters rapping about flipp'in
Round nine five was different, man listen
OT coed ripp'in, so sickening
One vision, two chefs, one kitchen
Went from no pot to piss in to rocks glisten'in
Reynolds wrapped up, bricks like construction
My D.C. chick stayed cluck'in, bout nothing
Where I wasn't, and why I was out tussl'in
Cursing me out, kicking me out bugg'in
Learn something, stack much and stay hustl'in
Bridges don't burn and Gods who you trust in
Jon Junior beyond Don Diva
The love the hate, my minds on neither
The gated estate, the five series Beamer
LV frames to match my demeanor
I'm usually tucking the hawk or the sweeper
Walking through, more ice than a freezer
Listen close I'm nice through the speaker
Propose a toast while I swipe the Visa