Slang! (feat. Zay Mason)

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July Quin

July Quin is a talented musical artist known for their unique blend of hip-hop and alternative R&B. They are recognized for their introspective lyrics and soulful vocal delivery. July Quin has gained a dedicated following with their captivating music that often explores themes of love, self-reflection, and personal growth. more »

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You know
When a nigga don’t wanna pay you your money, right
That nigga owe you
You got two choices, right
You either bust they ass
Or bust they ass
This the type of shit you put your slang to
The one where you can’t watch your language
They used to say your dreams are dangerous
Ain’t nothing change still the same shit
So tell me what you gonna do ‘bout it?
I bet your ass never knew bout the kid
That’s fine once you get through stylin’
Guaranteed ya gon’ show me my respect
Well uh it’s time to exhale and Ali Baba
Then olly oxen and exhale my outer conscience
Empower the mahogany Sinatra’s
By any means, It’s the X
But we don’t Malcom out the outcome
I’m just trying dream big and be a contender
They taught me plenty other methods
Too much too well
My sixteens are Sean Bell they ringing
Shots fired my lungs fried and tired of singing
Hymns and visions
They bleed crimson I’m sure I’m slimming
That’s the risk it takes I don’t regret it
Cause I wanna flip digits
Stacks looking fat like the frame on a midget
And I’m just trying to get it like my pops done did it
Back in nineteen, eighty-something
He was cutting up beats
A DJ who finessed with emcees
On the streets of one eighteen
Getting power out the light post
At night stroke he went from digging up in them crates
And then he stock broke
So get the f*ck from me ain’t a thing funny
If I tell you I’ma do it then I overdone it
They say that sky’s the limit well I’m over budget
I’m high as hell and that much is obvious
It’s what you do when the schemes dominate
When all of it is trying E. Honda us
F*ck it you gleam prominence
Cause it’d be ill-advised to do otherwise
Space my time and cruise through
Then propel to Vanilla Skies
As if the blunt on my lips gun on my hip
This holster holds this whole melon of Coka Nostra
Dope head, snow said fill up them lines
It’s best when the lights don’t peek out the blinds
Cause hopes there and you’ll feel happy in time
Even sons of alcoholics believe in the moonshine
But when you from a Slum Village that hums sickness you numb with it
So come with it
Lunch, dinner, break fast of the asthma
And tongue what the young living
We culinary with the word color
Comma commissary
We accommodate the wave
You just comb it out
Semicolon in a conscience space
Calligraphy in my viens
Mixed with a Nujabes essence that stay blessing me
Since age one six I’ve dilated lips
And opened my third eye
The fluid I spit is the shit you can surf by
I’m serving em swerve by’s
That skrrt’ing and squirting for skirts and they Squirtals
From words that I Blastoise
My astroid symphony based imagery
Y’all like to mimic Blacks but don’t give black boys empathy
Don’t try to sell me all your fake woke serenity
I speak my truth without Hennessy or the LSD
F*ck all that negative energy that they sent for me
I’m trying to give back the recipe that God crept in me (Ugh!)
Woo!
This the type of shit you put your slang to
The one where you can’t watch your language
They used to say your dreams are dangerous
Ain’t nothing change still the same shit
So tell me what you gonna do ‘bout it?
I bet your ass never knew bout the kid
That’s fine once you get through stylin’
Guaranteed ya gon’ show me my respect

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