(Intro: JB25)

I’m the answer not the question

I was late to all my lectures but I’m early to the session

Penthouse presidential like we won the election

(Aye...yeah)

(Chorus: JB25)

I’m the answer not the question

I was late to all my lectures but I’m early to the session

Penthouse presidential like we won the election

I’m in V.I.P. but ain’t no bottles in my section

I just make the music that the models be requesting

Smooth when I walk

Don’t hit me with no phones calls

I don’t wanna talk

Just killed another track they better go and get the chalk

(Aye yo I think I caught a body)

(Verse 1: JB25)

Step inside the booth and turn the stu into a crime scene

Smiling so I look nice, they don’t know I rhyme mean

Nigga I was piss poor, whippin’ up that Ramen

Got it out the mud I saw the vision like a shaman

Put me on AP I didn’t turn in my assignments

Put me under pressure what the fuck I make? Diamonds

I don’t rock designer my homie a designer

But I’m gone get my mama that Dolce & Gabbana, I promise

Claiming that they rappin’ but he cappin’ they imposters

Sparking up a wood 'cause I put tints on my Impala

Finals MVP I give her D like Iguodala

And I’m focused on my future can’t be fuckin’ up my commas

(Can’t be fuckin’ up my commas)

Finals MVP I give her D like Iguodala

Sparking up a wood 'cause I put tints on my Impala

And I don’t rock designer but I get it for my mama

(Chorus: JB25)

I’m the answer not the question

I was late to all my lectures but I’m early to the session

Penthouse presidential like we won the election

I’m in V.I.P. but ain’t no bottles in my section

I just make the music that the models be requesting

Smooth when I walk

Don’t hit me with no phones calls

I don’t wanna talk

Just killed another track they better go and get the chalk

(Aye yo I think I caught a body)

(Verse 2: Bad Move)

I got 10 toes to the pavement I don’t gotta say shit

Me and all my dogs in the spot like Dalmatians

You can tell the vibe just by the look on all our faces

Everyday the same shit don’t ask me how my day went

They ask me if I quit I’m checking foot placement

Bitch

You know It’s goin down like the basement

The world gon keep spinnin on a axis it’s ancient

The beat still jumping like dancin Jamaicans

The book still being written we just waitin for the plot to thicken

Constant position got us missin on the large percentage

Ocular vision in much need of some proper extension

Snakes in the grass we cut it tryin not to get bitten

The circle small it’s like a hubcap

Any nigga try to worm his way around me he gettin bug zapped

Homie don’t play that you think I’m a clown til you get socked in yo mouth and you stop comin around damn

Cuz we just living colors My niggas different brothers

We like young money only difference we don’t kiss each other

Can’t politic wit rappers that be frolicking fake dissin one another I’m too quick to make a nigga duck and cover

I’m just too agile wit rap styles my composition

Got me way too high up to stoop down to competition

If you don’t like that and think it’s unfair a wise man never compete where he do not compare beware

And that’s really how it all go down

You get lost then found inside of the lost and found

I’m often bound to get a hold of niggas by they ankles

I got it on lock Kurt angle

No thank you

My pen swing mightier than swords do

Imma keep it cordial

Bummy mfs can’t afford to

Pay attention to the game I spittin

This really history rewritten

So it’s best to join the team before we score you

(Chorus: JB25)

I’m the answer not the question

I was late to all my lectures but I’m early to the session

Penthouse presidential like we won the election

I’m in V.I.P. but ain’t no bottles in my section

I just make the music that the models be requesting

Smooth when I walk

Don’t hit me with no phones calls

I don’t wanna talk

Just killed another track they better go and get the chalk

(Aye yo I think I caught a body)

(Verse 3: Alexx Hale)

I wallow in a pile of baby bottle pops

Tryna find the inner child in me, no wonder father walked

I don’t need him tho, i’m on a roll like fucking autobots

So much food for thought it’s hard to talk, fuck a monologue

I’ll throw a tomahawk

Lil bit off the top like a haircut that your mama bought

I feel like i’m hot until i start to feel the permafrost

Global warming not the only force of nature imma stop

Life feel like a battle with b rabbit, niggas papa doc

On my way to falcon but i’m flyer than a swallow so she swallowing my package

I’m a hard act to follow if the next set is average

I'mma complex Picasso reenactor, it’s talent

Or a large scale model of when you split atoms

In the back of toms cabin like it’s back room casting

And the couch where it happens with a black ass backing up against my balls clapping

She a racket ball champion

I got hella followers they say i’m Charles Manson-ing

Panoramic view, i’m seeing all of y’all panicking

All my niggas smoking loud pack, yeah that rancid shit

Cannabis is magic 'cause i swear to god it’s vanishing

Finger fuck and driving, babe i’ll probably need my hand again

Popping wheelies on my moped, i’m on shenanigans

How i’m managing? man i don’t know, i go to management

How you handling? i guess i’m kinda understanding it

Check the damages, i need something stronger than medicine

Got some bones to pick but bitch i’d rather take the skeleton

My room is lacking privacy, i share it with the elephant

And folks love to judge me and that shit can get embarrassing

Arrogant, I’m a street bred all American

In the V.I.P. I am the nigga wit the rarest shit

And I’m very hip like your parents is