Sean O'Connell - Jar Gang lyrics

So I'm fighting my cotton mouth with this lemonade Plan to make it seemed to turn me to a renegade Pen and page, show 'em I ain't scared to say sh** How college ain't for me, and a degree? I couldn't chase it Have to make it f** I look like stressing writing papers, needing cake And knowing that my f**ing talent being wasted, nah Not me, shout out Nasty Nell These women and my vices made that cash appeal Because I'm slipping for the paper, n***a that's for real Blunt facing everyday, just tryna catch a thrill These hoes tell me what I'm spitting, n***a kinda far out Ran out of weed, told my brother break the jar out Yeah, told my brother break the jar out Got no Ls, told that n***a bring the car out Tell me what I'm spitting is far out Ran outta weed tell that n***a break the jar out Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Did somebody just come up here?