Tory Lanez drops another bold track on his latest album Made You Think I Was Gone …But, titled “Jalen Brunson.” Known for blending gritty street narratives with melodic hooks, Lanez continues his signature style while diving deep into themes of wealth, resilience, and street credibility.
The song paints a vivid picture of the rapper’s rise from legal troubles to lavish living, using basketball metaphors and relentless braggadocio to emphasize his comeback. It’s a raw, unfiltered look at the hustle, the flash of fame, and the constant grind that defines his journey.
It’s so much money, I can’t even count it, gotta scale it away, uh
I’m throwin’ touchdowns passes in the club for you bitches that played us, uh
Look at y’all pussy niggas, snatchin’ bunch of bitches that we already dated, huh
Trap doin’ real, real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This shit feel like we already made it
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doin’ real, real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Pop out the Bay, we doin’ touchdowns, yeah
I was just doin’ bad, bitch, I’m back, and I’m up now, yeah
All they say is I’m movin’ too spicy, I had pussy niggas try indict me
But I’m back smilin’, grill icy
From the second they took me up outta that cell
And put me on that bail, I said, “Lil’ bitch, I’m back on my bullshit”
Facin’ 22 years, I said, nigga, no fair, I’ma keep it cool ’cause I ain’t do shit
I be killin’ for a comin’ every year, I’ll put billboards of me everywhere
In a Porsche, out with a bad bitch, cars and the glass walls everywhere
I’m on some big, big timin’, them Cartier, big, big diamonds
She said my dick ain’t big, she must got a big, big pussy (whoo)
Yeah, all of my diamonds are blizzard and pink
Fuck your ho and wash my dick in the sink, bitch, get your mind right
You fuckin’ a broke nigga, he can’t pay that pussy in a cent
Fuckin’ him, but he ain’t payin’ your rent, bitch, get your mind right
Yeah ’cause we back in here ballin’ again and again
I’m at the mall, and I’m spendin’ to spend
Bad bitches, models are ten after ten after ten after ten, yeah
It’s so much money, I can’t even count it, gotta scale it away, uh
I’m throwin’ touchdowns passes in the club for you bitches that played us, uh
Look at y’all pussy niggas, snatchin’ bunch of bitches that we already dated, huh
Trap doin’ real, real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This shit feel like we already made it
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doin’ real, real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Get a ting and a ting, and another ting, bet’ not never call me by my government
Fuck the ho in the makeup she covered in, she gon’ buy a plane ticket to fuck with me
I’m gon’ lie and say that I’m in love with her, shit, I did for three weeks, now I’m dubbin’ her
She found out ’bout my bitch and she subbin’ her, my left hand on her cheek when I’m rubbin’ her
I tuxedo the sleeve when I’m fuckin’ her, what that mean? I can’t link when they cuffin’ her
So much money, I’m cuffin’ the calendar, so much money, I stuff it in tupperware
They don’t know ’bout this hustle I’m runnin’ up
They don’t know ’bout the struggle I’m comin’ from (struggle I’m comin’ from)
Trap doin’ real real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This shit feel like we already made it
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doin’ real real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Fans have praised “Jalen Brunson” for its unapologetic energy and vivid storytelling, noting that Lanez’s relentless flow matches the track’s larger‑than‑life production. The song has quickly become a staple in his live shows, cementing its place as a standout moment on the album.
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