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1. |
In My Feelings
02:40
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I’m in my feelings y’all pardon
I feel like Oakley in the Garden
When I played it was full contact
And I ain’t see a quarter of these contracts
(Huh)
I put up numbers when I hold this mic
But See I came up in a era where Hov was Mike
Being a fellow Brooklynite, I was a ALL Star
But never got to pop champagne except in a Sports Bar
Now I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t gone far
But I’m still tight bout what I mentioned in that 4th bar..
A younger me just steaming em wit this pen
Wonder what I woulda been if streaming existed then..
Young May, Cash Clay, leaning into ya chin
Leaving em in the wind as I’m Weaving em let’s begin
In ‘07 the Brick dropped, HIp Hop made a pit stop
On this block in Brooklyn and noticed I had the strip locked ..
Big Rocks in my socks all tied into small ziplocks
Fif Glock on my hip had em dancing before Tik Tok
Wave cap, skully and my braids all ugly
Pitching, y’all should want a signed baseball from me
Listen.. I feel like Strawberry at Shea
Whenever I had to bat, y’all saw an Apple a Day
And it still wasn’t enough to keep the Doctor away
Cause Yea shortly after that I signed to Dre...
Y-A-O-W-A and NWAs own
joined forces y’all in trouble today
That’s how I felt when that ink hit that paper
Then minor league coaching advised me to leave the Majors
Big League mistake in my opinion I was loyal to a Fault
What they did for Kendrick Lamar they was tryna do for ya boy
But that didn’t include everybody inside the room
Cause Dre seen what I saw Later, but it’s cool
Live and ya learn, no bridges burned I give and I earn
I sleep really well at night, while they twist and they turn
But back to rap, none of y’all cause a bit of concern
I Been underrated since Undertaker lifting his urn
So then I jump on this record with Joe
Man y’all know how the rest of this go....
niggas screaming Slaughterhouse as I exit the show
Head to toe, fly as fuck while the Xs and Os
Was pouring in from the baddest lotta whores got ravished
Four month damage on my tour bus mattress
Cause the four headed monster flamed shit above average
Then they called the Fire Marshall, wit the last name Mathers...
Just let me know cause I’ll stop if you want..
or keep cutting, cause I feel like Barry Sanders wit blockers in front….
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2. |
Uncle Chris Car
02:44
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Imagine a world full of no colors, just sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers .. unconditionally loving one another
Under the lords watchful eye we occupy
The 3rd rock in the sky
93,000,000 miles away from where lava can fry
My momma in labor on the 4th, the hottest July
48 hours later, they heard a marvelous cry!
Rattling my tonsils I’m staring at who’s responsible
For smacking me on the Ass, get a pass we in the hospital
Fresh out the womb, scower the room, a new flower just bloomed
My momma tells me, u was posed to come out me in June
A gentlemen standing over me says hello there
I delivered you.. I look back at him thinking oh yea!!
Ok So where do we go from here, I’m hoping nowhere
Cause Everyone’s so happy in here and they make it so clear
If This is life then I love it I turned my screaming up
The doc says I’ll bring him right back, let me go clean him up ..
They wipe off all the discharge
hand me to my momma say we writing up the discharge
24 hours later we in my Uncle Chris Car
Made a left into the projects and a life of being piss poor
Onesies sliding up and down the hallway on the 6th floor
Note in my hand, borrowing cooking oil from Miss Moore
Kicking on the witch door..
Jumping down a flight of stairs, clearing The Suringes
Luckily I was dope enough to miss them shits by inches
Moms in front the building getting splinters on the benches
While the Hustlers made a killing doing dealings near the entrance
Survival in the trenches, detectives in them trenches
Showing pictures of the people I would grow up to be friends with..
By the time I turned 1-6, I respected a gun kick
Emptied out This one clip in Bushwick, on some dumb shit
Saw that crack money, immediately started selling
Bought some grams on Kosciusko in 97
Biggie in my headphones, absolute in my cup...
Yea, I still wrote rhymes, but Hit the studio for what..?
Only bass I care abouts the one the feens blew up
Where y’all said that booth was...? Listen nigga I boof drugs..
I was living that shit day and night
Moms like don’t throw away ya life but this my way of life..
Plus if GOD really wanted me to get far then why my Uncle Chris car go left, he shoulda made a right...
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4. |
One Day
03:13
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VERSE 1
Was In my room turning up my radio, turning up my radio
I was staying up real late, early a.m flow
Tissue paper top of cassette, just tryna tape the show
Hope they play some new freestyles, I need some crazy flows
Last dude they played just sucked, straight felacccio
How they even play that song, he had to pay them yo..
One day they gon’ play my song, Watch how cray it go
I been writing rhymes so long, I can’t wait to blow
I don’t wanna sell this shit, it’s getting wack to me
Tired of having panic attacks, when they in back of me
Praying they don’t pull me over, throw the Gat to me
Right after they pop that trunk and find a factory
The other night my man got knocked, he said they asked for me
Yesterday Leroy got shot, these niggas after me
Gotta make this rap shit pop, or it’s a wrap for me
I’m Meeting this producer tomorrow, he got some tracks for me
HOOK:
I hope his beats good… I hope his studio ain’t in the wrong hood… Cause One Day (2x)
VERSE 2
I Dedicate this verse to Stretch Armstrong, a disc jockey that
Let me on his radio show, just cause I could rap
A teenager on Hot 97, wit the stocking cap
And only carfare in my jeans, but my pockets fat
Due to folded notebook paper, I would write a lot
Document my life on them lines let the pilot jot
Down whatever came to my mind, like that time I got
Out that House Party in time, before they fired shots
Put my man inside of that box or the night I dropped
Kemiya off in front of her crib, they killed Kemiya pops
A hour later right on that block, in front the tire shop
The first time I told that story, was right now I got
So much more to tell to my pen, i think it’s wild that I
Been through so much and all that I fear.. a case of writers block
I came a mighty long way.. rhyming in the hallway..
Feels like just yesterday I would say...
HOOK:
I hope his beats good… I hope his studio ain’t in the wrong hood… Cause One Day (2x)
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5. |
Masked Up
03:01
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Pen twister turned phone typer.. My notes might offend u And ya entry level ghostwriter
Bars savvy like Coxsackie and Oneida
Im on that goat type of time so the Ro’s brighter
But don’t try to... run up like a pro climber
This fo five a heat waves like a boat fire
Sit ya corpse near a whole choir
That’s what u get for runnin round wit no grip like old tires
Issa Whole lotta bums in ya circle
Before rap I got money off white without fucking wit Virgil
At the table with the 50 cent ox
Chopping rocks back when the first 50 cent dropped
Before the tours, live cover bands and people
It was stamps, wild rubber bands and deisel
I was out there while the law passing
I mean that money just kept coming.. multiple orgasms
Speaking of orgasms.. whore thrashing? Shit
I put bitches in flicks that’s real broad-casting
A list women that we all fathom
Story for another day... Bring that chorus back in ..
HOOK: Masked up (repeated)
VERSE 2:
If I’m on it that shit is official
Body whoever til it’s nothing there to See but my middle initial
I’ll dismantle the squad that you hip to
Yall look up to those who bow before me like a Favio intro
Tryna go from selling wild cocaine to a artist, the hardest
I know all about those pains
This music is a foul, cold game
Labels ain’t give me a home, it’s crazy I had a household name
But see Rejection made me rap harder
They overlooked it but a nigga kept it pushing like a wack barber
Extra Brooklyn yea the hat Dodgers
Oh you a stick up kid? I got the 40 too and I Jack Robbers
Word to the sag in my Black joggers
The limp in my step, the Tec and that extra Mac cartridge
I was war ready but you already
Lost a lil weight, but ya boy heavy ..
HOOK: MASKED UP
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6. |
Sincerely Yours
03:31
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VERSE 1:
From Sunflower Seeds to a Sour Patch
Thirsty as hell like, where that water fountain at
Now the bitches thirsty I leave seeds where they mouth is at
Garden they flower then autograph a Yaowa Hat
I traveled the almanac all for rap fans
They applaud me all across the map all I see is hands and
Lighters up in spite of what u might’ve heard about underground doe not being quite as much as mainstream man I am up...
They lying man these checks nice as fuck
No Lambo fan, but kinda like the truck maybe I should try my luck..
Drive it on my next tour, right behind the bus
Like this for Rosa Parks, we in the back, but this time to front!!
I walk into my bank branch like twice a month
My 4 digit pin finger got the Midas touch
Bank teller telling the other teller that I can fuck
I know this cause the teller she telling I be inside her guts
All my friends say that I’m too humble
If my show I’m in the lead then my followers double
But.. see.. attention brings a lot of that trouble
And my life’s not in a bubble cause my dollars is subtle
I like it like that a private life supposed to be private
I ain’t posting every single time I go to some island
Won’t see a plate of food, I might selfie a outfit
Just to remind u I’m that dude, case yo memories cloudy ...
HOOK:
Sincerely Yours
Let the horns talk some more..
Sincerely Yours
Let the horns talk some more..
Sincerely Yours
Let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours
Now let me talk to ‘em
VERSE 2:
From Crunchy cheese doodles to onion and garlics
Maybe some dipsey doodles but Funyons the hardest
Free lunch to brunch in my other apartment
I bought that pretty bitch cash and ripped up the carpet
I’m laying wood like I did wit ya aunties at house jams off Bacardi dark it’s dark in them parties I’m probably
One of her fondest memories to this day
Cause we fucked, got dressed and danced to “Memories” that reggae
Hit different, back in the day I vaca in Montego Bay in her honor
Staying free off Drama, fleeing from karma
On Seadoos doing knots wit a knot in my trunks
Spending wet money at Tiki Bars part of me drunk
Other part naturally high off life
Bartender chick thick she on me like white on rice
My sword a throw some thunder in that cat, Shorty gave me the eye on sight
Told my wife she go both ways guess i’m a buy all night look..
Street loner never needed a stamp
Treat business the same way I loan me an advance
Still ride through the Ps, jump out the Lamborghini and dance
Celo champ, 100 a 4 and better leaving this hand
Here I am, war scars galore still I’m standing tall
With that one of a kind laugh and smile u adore
Made some mistakes along the way but don’t we all ?
Even the brightest diamonds flawed I’m sure
Sincerely Yours
Let the horns talk some more..
Sincerely Yours
Let the horns talk some more..
Sincerely Yours
Let the horns talk some more
Sincerely Yours
Now let me talk to ‘em
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7. |
OG
03:20
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VERSE 1:
I wake up feeling different, back stiffened, joints cracking, snapping I mean listen...
some days I don’t wanna get out my bed at all..
They got me on a statin, I’m rapping wit high cholesterol
I would fuck bitches on the edge of the bed and fall
Off then keep fucking on the floor, but not anymore
Nowadays just the smell of henny and my head is sore
A night out is dinner with the wife and Pinot Noir
Got a nice little crib out in Jerz, I’m in the burbs
No more roaches.. deers and birds
Sitting in my backyard while I write this shit
Pool cover over the water til it get nice and shit
Thinkin bout them project nights I’d ignite the fifth
Now i gotta Glock 48 that I fire legit
Think twice before u run up wit that okey doke
Cause My wife got the Sig case u want the smoke ..
I member when home was looking through the peephole hoping the police don’t
Kick in my do’ reach fo
They weapon and use lethal force on me and my people
Now I’m in Home Depot looking for a Gazebo
I was in them streets like Rico
But the boy from Puerto Rico ain’t get caught up in the Rico
It was OD package anytime I moved the diesel
Not it’s O.G status, new ways to move the needle ..
HOOK:
A Young one in the slums
Where you ain’t posed to live beyond 21
They look at us as just numbers
On our way to being 6 feet under
But every now and then one of us escapes
And gets to live a life from outside the gates
God had big plans for lil old me
Salute to those who get to be a OG
VERSE 2:
I buried friends when they was lil kids
Too young to fully comprehend just what living is..
Where I’m from we celebrate those who did a bid
Stripes get earned when fire burns and u split a wig
We ain’t born evil, just is what it is
When it’s nothing in the fridge to stick to ya ribs
I member my clique sitting in the crib, drawing straws to do sticks and get bricks like 3 Little Pigs
Some a call that surviving but hey..
If one of those went wrong I ain’t rhyming today
I don’t get to save somebody else that’s finding they way
Out the place u never get to live but you dying to stay..
This Azad on my wrist is tough
I wear it over the scar where my wrist was cuffed
All my real niggas listen up,
You’ll always love ya hood, but when u leave u won’t miss it much...
HOOK:
A Young one in the slums
Where you ain’t posed to live beyond 21
They look at us as just numbers
On our way to being 6 feet under
But every now and then one of us escapes
And gets to live a life from outside the gates
God had big plans for lil old me
Salute to those who get to be a OG
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8. |
Lifeline (feat. Juliet)
03:09
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VERSE 1:
She makes me smile, she makes me better
She makes me wanna be better, that’s different altogether
She make me check my ego at the door
She’s much more than I could ever ask for I mean what a score..
She make me look at things differently, I got tendencies to view life through the lens of my history but
she tells me she let the past be a memory
And don’t worry about the future, cause right now is the energy and...
I love her for that, she my life partner
My investment consultant, I watch my wife barter
deals like it’s nothing, til they cut it like a nice barber
I juts be sitting there buggin, like a fly swatter
How I get so lucky? She makes me laugh
We spend so much time together, feel like I wasted half
Running round chasing this ass looking for Stacey Dash
I was clueless but Cupid is known to aim and blast .. Blaow!
HOOK:
In this lifetime, I’ve been afraid
No one would stay
But you’re my lifeline
My twin flame, one in the same
Nothing is the same
VERSE 2:
She makes me whole, she makes the old
Me stay right where he’s at my baby gave me goals
But fuck what she do for me,
There’s nothing I won’t don’t for her because she’s easily
2 or 3 times designed much more beautifully
Than any women I’ve encountered in my life truthfully
I catch myself staring at my beauty while she sleep
Then glance at her booty and turn beauty and the beast
Her pops won’t like that, but let me make this clear
Ya daughters in good hands, all state of affairs
But yea, back to my baby and her baby hairs
Sideburns like wide turns on I 80 yea
She the one for me, it’s more than fun for me
Shorty bred different I mean, you know.. wonderfully
I comfortably dropped down to scuff the knee (come to me)
Cause This a lifetime bid, not no 1 to 3 … Yaowa
HOOK:
In this lifetime, I’ve been afraid
No one would stay
But you’re my lifeline
My twin flame, one in the same
Nothing is the same
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VERSE 1:
She joining every Tik Tok Challenge
Thousands of likes cause her booty and her hips got balance
Emoji after emoji confirming that she OD
Shorty from the block is hot now, no longer low key
Little miss is fly tho from the middle of Ohio
To promos on her page and booking info in her bio
Everything about her sick, guess that’s why she’s always viral
You would never know that her whole life’s a downward spiral
Single mother of a child that never ever met her father
He threatened that if she left him, he would no longer be bothered
I guess he kept his promise, but that’s not her only drama
See That cancer done grew to 4th stage inside her mama
Doctors wanna stop the chemo, so she’s peaceful and no longer
Has to suffer and be weak from all the treatments but Yalonda
Ain’t ready to let her go, so she got her own prescriptions
A daily dose of alcohol and pills that get the mixing
And do something to her brain while numbing her from the pain
But ask her how she doing, she’ll say blessed I can’t complain
Meanwhile she hates the sunny days and prays for all the rain
So she ain’t gotta outside and act like she’s so well maintained
Got another make up artist this one supposed
To be a pro
Gon give her that extra glow for the next promo that she post
So she Slips into the clothes the company sent her like “let’s go”
Smile for the video cause Social Media can’t know ...
You going through it.
HOOK:
Fight through the tears as you live yo life
Throw up a prayer into the sky
Everybody going thru it, Everybody going thru it
Smile for the camera, hold ya head up high
Ain’t nobody know all the pain you hide
Everybody going thru it, Everybody going thru it
VERSE 2:
He holding up that money to his face
Letting us know he got like a couple hunnit in the safe
Just posted something stuntin in the Rafe
Like who wanna race?
Puffin to the face rapper weed, hunnit a eighth
Sneakers wit the blood at the bottom, oh yea, he got em
I mean a lotta niggas got em but they don’t rock em how he rock em
And he wish a nigga would try to rob him, that’s not a problem
The Thompson a red dot em and drop em like Dope in Harlem
And.. he know what that dope do, his pops did it and Moe too
Moe was his father figure when his pops dropped in ‘02
See Moe tried to prepare em for the life that he would go thru
Then the streets took Moe too, a youngin without a go-to
Talent or a skill it was violence it was crills
It was wilding on the hill, it was the island it was real
It’s was moms on the dance floor, steady crying wit no chill
It was him back in his cell alone denying how he feel
It was that one night ... yea that one night
Where all the extra alcohol turned into gunfight
See everybody who know em, know he ain’t the gun type
Especially him..
the beef resting, but he ain’t have no rest since then
That scene plays when he close his eyes
But enough of what he seen, he on the scene and yall know the vibes
He bout this doe, bout his ro, bout these hoes
Smiling in videos cause social media can’t know ... He going through it.
HOOK:
Fight through the tears as you live yo life
Throw up a prayer into the sky
Everybody going thru it, Everybody going thru it
Smile for the camera, hold ya head up high
Ain’t nobody know all the pain you hide
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11. |
Therapeutic
03:05
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VERSE 1:
It’s Sunday morning and I just woke up
A rainy day in the Poconos man the roads gon suck
I’m posed to hit the casinos up and go try my luck
Take all the winnings to the outlets and buy all new stuff
Instead I’m sitting here like nah.. hungover from the shots we took last night
My body can’t recover that fast like
It did when I was younger... Constant reminder I’m at half time
I gotta be selective wit my pastime
My life was just mad rhymes, pad lines
Cameras flashing ten times
Smile tear up stages make pages in headlines
Tour buses and red eyes, interviews with red eyes
From improper rest and that stress I won’t forget I
Tried to give it my best, no less, wit no regrets I am the breaker of chains in my family the project I residing in i said bye to them mommy could hold her head high
Fuck that casino lobby ain’t gotta bet on no red, i won...
HOOK:
I find that musics therapeutic
I find that musics therapeutic
I find that musics therapeutic
I find that musics therapeutic
I write it, record it, then listen to it..
VERSE 2:
It’s Wednesday morning and I just woke up
Bout to make the biggest bowl of Cheerios, nice cup
of green tea and ESPN on my screen right above
The fireplace I lift the blinds and take in all of that sun
The brighter days, I write amazed that I can talk like this
A long walk from sidewalks in New York type shit
Where 1,2 maybe 3 seconds a .45 lifts
You 6 feet under hope ya number on them dice don’t flip
The 7th wonder of the world was an Old Lighthouse
In Ancient Egypt, got a painting of it in my house
I can’t believe it sometimes I think of me selling dimes
I think of me on the grind, freedom just all on the line
Was wilding B, them thoughts create anxieties in my mind
Subconsciously I feel the that karma breathing all on my spine
It follows me but I promised me I would not look behind
In hopes that I am that anomaly and I’ll be just fine... just fine..
HOOK:
I find that musics therapeutic
I find that musics therapeutic
I find that musics therapeutic
I find that musics therapeutic
I write it, record it, then listen to it..
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VERSE 1:
Who woulda thought 2020 the whole earth a go viral..
Thats dangerous, the man behind this mask is homicidal
So Now ain’t the time to play tough guy, slugs fly, revolvers, you’ll never find Prints where ever Doves Cry
Joell, was really in them streets? Oh was I...
We poured privileged out when my plug died
We used to cut the dog food with horse tranqs
Had the feens leaning near the store blank
Wiggin like the Warden off a Shawshank
Crack rock in black tops, stink chick In the alley giving mad top
Used to call her doody like Black Ops
Territorial, want my tutorial on that block
Well then drop ya laptop on the floor, cause my Mac popped
And that was just cans I got hands too, let’s slap box.. they called me lil Quik in that sandbox
Case the Newer fans wanted the drop on me, I just gave y’all the backdrop
Now fast forward, boy be in that black drop
Speed demon I’m veeing.. flee head to feet fleeing this machine is European got all the bells and whistles like it’s refereeing
Find me in.. green room peeing semen in a models mouth pouring bottles out like we hood grieving
Don’t walk around like there’s a “S” on ya chest
Cause I’ll put tefs through ya vest..
til u get less and less breath
I ain’t tryna promote violence I suggest u step
U act too fly, you’ll die quick and be fresh to death
U give respect you get respect, u disrespect and I’ll eject the tec
Hear the second word in the triumph verse from Inspectah Deck
Head and neck, you’ll never resurrect..
And I ain’t got shooters my nigga, I cut myself the check..
HOOK:
Love is love, when it’s real, nothing else to say
But who, what, when and where and I’m on my way
Only thing in contemplating is chopper or Fif
Headshot or drop like eybody out that bitch!
Love is love, when it’s real, nothing else to say
But who, what, when and where and I’m on my way
Only thing in contemplating is chopper or Fif
Headshot or drop like eybody out this bitch!
VERSE 2:
Glock loaded Im watching niggas from far away
We met before but I still be like who the fuck are they?
Trust issues I done been through a lot as a kid
Clapped niggas, had to think about what I done did
New niggaz, y’all could never be on the same page
No Tik-Tok, I made cassettes around the same age
Writing graffiti on the wall in the same cage
2 parents but one of em was hooked on that beige..
XXL or Source tryna get mics
Now these niggaz a film a body tryna get likes
Huffys and 10 speeds we was wheelying bikes
Shorty ca ball like a dude, she was fucking with dykes
Multi platinum, my career been hit after hit
By myself or wit the Lox on some “Benjamins” shit!
In the hood you used to see a nigga every day
Now I’m tryna avoid that shit in like every way
These niggas younger than me and they got heavy gray..
She was dope in high school now what the fuck she weigh?
D-Block, Sheek Louch, I’m just shooting the breeze..
One call and I’m there for Joell Ortiz
HOOK:
Love is love, when it’s real, nothing else to say
But who, what, when and where and I’m on my way
Only thing in contemplating is chopper or Fif
Headshot or drop like eybody out that bitch!
Love is love, when it’s real, nothing else to say
But who, what, when and where and I’m on my way
Only thing in contemplating is chopper or Fif
Headshot or drop like eybody out this bitch!
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13. |
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VERSE 1:
Lift the I8 doors up
Baddest bitches on the tour bus
Hit the bank and withdraw somethin’
Engineer hit the record button
Life... I’m not at all frontin
Like.. I seen it all cousin
Flights.. in first class cabins
Pinot Noir chats wit the captain
See When u do world class rapping
The wildest shit happens
Carpets get rolled out, cameras get the flashing
Boxes get mailed out, u in the latest fashion
New jeans to put cash in
Tops get dropped seatbelts get fastened
Top in the drop seatbelt unfastened
Drop by the spot no lines just dappin
Fake pat downs they just let u bring the gat in
Bottles waiting, champagne glasses
Model looking waitress can’t wait to get it crackin
The things bitches do for that backstage access
Never kiss and tell, but Joell has a actress or two
Come thru for that 1 on 1 casting
Joints from Calabasas on my IKEA mattress
Stepping out on A list niggas for this action
Ya secret safe wit me ma.. no cappin’
HOOK:
No more getting out police cars now we hopping outta foreigns
We hustle all night until the morning
Undrafted but I’m ballin, Gucci rain jacket when it’s pouring
No more getting out police cars now we hopping outta foreigns
We hustle all night until the morning
Undrafted but I’m ballin, Gucci rain jacket when it’s pouring..
VERSE 2:
Take a Look around this all us
You Hear them Lamborghinis warm up?
Shit.. They wouldn’t let me in the door, so I made music y’all adore now I’m lifting all my doors up
Y’all niggas know I don’t talk much..
shit.. let me get shit off bruh..
I grew up pouring Henny cause my boys gone
Feels good spilling henny near my Koi pond
Boy I had boy on them blocks that u boys on
I was making noise on that strip, with a toy on my hip
That a flip everybody if the points wrong a bit on my coins now look my bit coin long...
Yea, No more running from these cop cars..
We just run it up then go and cop cars
The hand I was dealt was appalling
Nowadays my hand lookin’ all in
HOOK:
No more getting out police cars now we hopping outta foreigns
We hustle all night until the morning
Undrafted but I’m ballin, Gucci rain jacket when it’s pouring
No more getting out police cars now we hopping outta foreigns
We hustle all night until the morning
Undrafted but I’m ballin, Gucci rain jacket when it’s pouring..
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Joell Ortiz Brooklyn, New York
YAOWA!!!!
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Sincerely, Detroit
by Apollo Brown
supported by 62 fans who also own “Autograph”
Probably my favorite. Hip-hop collaborative project.
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