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Jae-P

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Yesssir
Uhhh ay whatchu tellem foo
Young Pistol
Yeah bitch I'm off the richter
Completely out my mental
You could never play me
I'm too instrumental
Balling like baby
With my main like Simba
Had to bundle up
Cause it's gone be a long winter
Rest easy
Take all the boards off the window
Take off
Now I'm seeing shores out the window
Times changed
I'm whipping up this baby just for Brenda
Inching up the ladder
Just for you to yell timber
Looking down the barrel
I can see your soul shiver
Hanging with the ops
That's how you end up in the blender
Mama raised a taker
But she's always been a giver
But that's what the world gives you
Universe aligned
Now I'm talking through my third eye
Had to cut the water off on a couple niggas
Cause they wanna talk crazy
And once the money dry up
You'll see them niggas
They'll turn around and sell they own lady
You got bitches you got hoes
Got money that don't fold
Don't think that shit gone save you
I don't know what I been on lately
Road running road raging
Mhmmmm
Lyrical pimp
Verbal assassin
I take the truth and it strips
Mhmm
Give them a glimpse
That fire right to his grill
And we might over cook the shrimp
Before I
Lie in this booth I'll
Grow me some wings and
Fly into heaven where I can hear angels sing
Just to come back to earth
And make nightmares out your dreams
It's enlightening what that fight in you'll bring
But I swear before I
Lie in this booth I'll
Grow me some wings and
Fly into heaven so I can hear angels singing
Walk up to Granny and tell her what I been dreaming
Young Saint came from a demon
If he reaching then I'm teaching
Keep telling me I got it
But that ain't the point
I gotta go and buy the bottom
Invest in the poor
Bring some sand back to the beach
Rebuilding the shore
Solid still in the box
Got to get him out the door
Stepping out the gate to chandeliers and marble floors
Kicking this shit like samurai
You'll need a motherfucking sword
These rappers be my sons
I ain't get to cut the cord
My nigga just left court still trying score
Jeremiah just had a birthday
I wish him many more
Bullet could've took my heart away from me and left me torn
Four hoes in my bed
That's at least 8 arms
But if I ride with Slugg
That's enough to start a world war
Call this venting
Maybe reminiscing
Reminding these niggas that they ain't fucking with me
They ain't fucking with me

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