Round Table
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Jayy Grams When momma was cooking pasta was brewing up a union the crew and me could be mobsters it's either you be doing or you in the hoodest roster it's first or be the slouch in the back you got crooked posture could win a Oscar and make a real proud family I think I lost my mind they tried to steal my sanity but they brought it back you living fiction this the art of fact an ancient as a artifact I'm painting like it's art in fact it is dummy leaving me wit reasons to not fear nothin suit and tie ya team a Tailored gang you thinking wiz coming wtf's a lil this and that need a lil grip of stacks leave a willow missing jack if he f*ck wit me cuz I just look at all you niggass raps as kitchen cutlery I see you as some food then bring it back you practice butlery nigga you not the fi you really suck to me nigga it's young grams onna track you know wassup wit me Hayelo They don't wanna see me shine They want the rough to eat the diamond Takin down the goal we eying Plotting while we steady climbing This that round table talk We just working we just planning Looking back on the journey Young niggas just reflecting Palace trunks but it used be gym shorts Having fun on the court missin 3points In my mind I was feeling like Igor Had hunch the a nigga finna see more No humpback just a feeling that I couldn't shake Every night everyday fill another page With a little pain and a little rage And a little message And a different name Still the same me but still ever changing Tryna change the game can't let it change me While tryna change the world like a baby Time to separate the crop from the tare I leave em hanging from a branch leg locked in a snare And you can bet that them Delilah's bent on lopping ya hair So I be vigilant and distant at the top of the stairs Every step was a battle so I fought be here Rip the heart up out a monarch then I poppin the chain Vonn WIlda It's strange coming of age Im looking at pain different In the mirror its still the same But not the same nigga I guess you thinking same difference Life goes on as i was told Niggas died in that sentence Never fold or shatter Til death im never gon claim different Every battled rocked in the rain So if i get sprayed i guess made for me Living life no limit Only range im tryn know is range rover Swerve bitch this ain't herbo Bird vision im seeing cobras My vendetta embedded tryna constantly Kill my old self All the love that i done thrown out I ain't get back in return Block buster its time to show out Since they think its all film You faking the funk Niggas cant even be real wit theyself I been knew wassup I felt these niggas vibe from the get Now im getting gone I might just save like 15% To give em assurance That von ain't even really wild yet I keep em for torture We make it hard for y'all to digest We don't got the same hunger
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Written by: Lomar Brown, Justin McDonald, Deonte Jovon Nelson
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