I Am Jean

[Intro] Yeah, yo Yeah, yup Static, okay Check it out, yo [Verse 1] Copacetic, and I'm nice like my credit Sweet as diabetics, you can even call the medic Fresh like a lettuce wrap, blunt wrap the lettuce then rap (But hold up) But hit them trees 'fore you dead it Set it off like I'm off it, talk odd often Saw God coughing, I was so high Calling on dope like my hope died Like I'm a nobody turned somebody with a word somebody heard Young Bird Parker with the marker I'd offer herb but the words will take you farther Pure art martyr Like if I wore my heart on my sleeve, I'd be darker than my father Part author, mom got the French side, I was this high French-kissing when I was six like young John Godard Under trees soaking up the summer breeze Writing love songs bout it at a doubt she'll ever read but fuck it Like the english-lit subject Passed with an A but ditched every grade after lunches Usual suspect, but what you expect? Can't say grace, chase lust and love less I'm a poet, helpless romantic Type to hold hands, make plans and quote stanzas Just so you can me how nice [Refrain] Tell me how ni—, tell me, tell me how ni— Tell me how, tell me how, tell me how nice I am [Verse 2] I am Jean, never repeat it, love or leave it, gotta be the one Single digit, numero un blooming out the Garden of Egypt, Nile River flow, searching for the Eighth wonder under water, damn I'm cooler than the Ice pick a beat to rip right riper than a Honeydew melon, blessed be the memory of Morning dew, orange juice, champagne toasted Lampin' under shade, under pray, christ quoting What ever happened to that good ol'? Now every day I get up, focused on how to get more Why can't it be so simple? Narrow Path, pad and a pencil Now everybody tryna get that pimp on This is that "pay my rent" song Used to be the emcee sitting on ya couch at ya house tryna get on Fuck it, I don't want nothing of it, game is so disgusting Y'all don't even wanna discuss it, success can suck it I rep Hip-Hops but haven't sold the ethics Etch-a-sketch a method, get ghost before ya read it Smoking on resin tryna keep it level headed Digging for new records while petal-plucking destiny Pressing up the message, kept it from the press Under stress but I guess it's a part of being successful, B Sene told me that and the homie told me rap Even though I don't match the image, I gotta give it Live it daily even when I'm with my lady She be like "Blu you crazy, turn that shit down, play with me." I save the beat and go do that But before I do can I spew that? New rap I wrote for them new cats To know I'm no joke like the G-O Focus so GQ and dope on the D-L though No Hughley, truly Blu be the gentleman women friends dissin' cause I'm spitting hymns Back to church again Yeah giving y'all the word until service ends Word to Reverend Run Dig the Kendricks the choir, and ushers Still here like I love her So motherfuckers, you can tell me how nice (tell me how nice) [Outro] Tell me how ni—, tell me, tell me how ni— Tell me, tell, t-tell I am John, John, John John, John Tell me how ni—, tell me how ni— T-Tell, tell me how nice I am John, J-John John, John I am John John, John