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Jaydd MC & Sakhiwe Shezi

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Ayo dawg let me smoke some of that Zaza real quick, man
Hand me the lighter real quick, man
Good looks
Let's see what this shit is about, nigga
That Organic Collection shit, right?
Fire, nigga
Aye
Darkside, light this bitch up (yo)
We goin' beast mode over beats though
Kick it three flows like the Migos
Never beef though, Kobe on the free throw
Got cheat codes to defeat foes
Enemies know drop bombs like a C4
Real low like a c-note on the mic never freeze though
With the words give you heat stroke
Till the nerds give me Greek odes
Disturbed, cause I'm serving torpedoes
Flow Dilla, go realer than a gorilla, known killers
Dope dealers, folk healers, cope with us through cold ether
Bespoke quotes of note is my golden trope
I ropadope and choke a bloke who think he fire but barely smoke
I scope you jokes, controlled approach encloaked atop a closed slope
When they want top two and not two
It's not you that they run to
You in the booth making Looney Tunes
While from my Space Jams
It's plane to see, from what's left of thee that my style takes flight
Like my last name was, Wright
And I blast lames on sight
Spit flames all night
Campaign in my own lane on mics
The rap game can't aim so they flow bite
While my hands lay on the pen on a cold night
Rappers pray that we don't fight
The empirical lyrical miracle
Metaphysical individual, smooth criminals intervals
Hannibal, cannibal on electrical and digital,
The pinnacle of writing schemes
Applies his dreams on the mic scene
Over machines and quotes memes
While he proceeds to toast emcees and roast beats
Killing beats is what we doing
You know all the 'biz be booming
You're not moving what we moving
We're going up, never going down
Rise to the top
Chasing the crown, yeah
In the trap or in the streets
Business will always be done
It's not as easy as it seems
But I can never get enough
Ounces and molly we moving
The haze in the blunt be exclusive
All of my niggas gon' ride if we at the spot
And the cash keep improving
All your bitches they be grooving
In our trap and in our studi-o
My own gansta's paradise
Respect the OG's, rest in peace to Coolio
Up in the club
Colt 44 on my back
You think it's easy to thug
I'ma keep it a buck
It ain't simple to sell
Whoa, Aye
All my niggas with they drank
Whoa, Aye
45's is in they hands
Believe or not
Never get enough
Whoa
All of this crystal be hitting me now
Whoa
So easy to judge
When they be afar
So even if this shit get tricky
Of the trap i'll be the star
And I get back to the rap track
Cause this is my game time
Gotta smack that
Y'all come in my box
I finna attack that
Like if you's in my hood
Yo, you get clapped
East coast dawg is what I rep
Think they tough
Don't make me laugh
Working hard for this
Following great steps
We're going up, never going down
Rise to the top
Chasing the crown, yeah
In the trap or in the streets
Business will always be done
It's not as easy as it seems
But I can never get enough
Thinking if I finna die
Cuz sleep is the cousin of death
I'm feeling something in my chest
This band it be killing my head
Aye
A nigga be ruthless cuz he will always find a way
I don't be caring what this life throw at me
Cause to the mother i always pray
From the east to California,
Mindset like the goat Ronaldo
Score on your team be like Ramos
Future great I be like Lando
All you people needing too much explaining
Sit back and watch how I run the new age
These bars be so lit so just jump on and ride the wave
And I've gotta
Focus on being the best shotta
So if you tryna
Improve your aim is what you gotta
So if y'all came out to the streets
You all will really see how this shit be
Sigo firme porque soy así
Los millones de hacen de a mil
Tu sabe que si yo estoy fronteando con esto es porque yo trabajo para mi
I'm not lying como Miky Woodz yo no te voy a mentir
We're going up, never going down
Rise to the top
Chasing the crown
In the trap or in the streets
Business will always be done
It's not as easy as it seems
But I can never get enough
You know we run the trap
And the club, and the streets,
And yo' bitch, (Trap Kingz, nigga)
and yo' cash, and all of yo' shit
We run the business, nigga
Shut the f*ck up
Seven-one-eight, seven-one-eight, Bed Stuy
We out

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