(Sound of a lighter flicking; low ad-lib) Yeah... yeah... They told me write a hook, I wrote a title. This ain't a story, this a battle. J.G. in the building... Let’s go.
Started in the garage with a cracked phone screen Writing down the dreams where the crack smoke been Seen a lot of kings fall off the throne, you know what I mean? So I keep a stone face, ice cold routine They ask me for a feature, that’s a loan, not a link Ask me for a verse, you better bring the whole bank 'Cause the title on the line, ain't no time to sink Got the city on my back and my thoughts in the tank. ...Roll the window down, smell the gasoline Every lyric is a scar, every bar is a scream This is for the boys who never made the home team Put your lighters up, this the title of the dream. junior g title song lyrics
So, next time you press play, don't just listen. Read along with these lyrics. Feel the weight of the title. Because Junior G isn't asking for the crown—he’s telling you he already wore it. (Sound of a lighter flicking; low ad-lib) Yeah
Pull up to the stage, got the blackout fit Haters taking pictures 'cause they can’t admit That the boy from the block made a clinic out the pit Put the pain in the trunk, only drive with the grit They want the feature? No. They want the handshake? No. They want the old me? Bro, that’s a ghost, though. Title on the line, I don't coast, bro. From the crack of the dawn 'til the mic gets the post-flow. This ain't a song. It's a deed to the soil. Every day I wake up, I undo their foil. Junior G forever, that's the brand, that's the oil. Keep the title clean, let the opps boil. This ain't a story, this a battle