Back to the Bars (feat. Criss Jrumz, Save Mars, Richie Black)
Jay London
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All I do is make melodies Then use 'em to serenade your mama between her knees In truth, I’m not poppin' enough but she begged me please I'm pausing with commas every sixteen to let her breathe See, I’m more obsessed with the commas than anything A song will give me dollars and dollars will get me rings Been the best at rapping, shit prolly since seventeen Well now your mom's is callin' so pardon me if I sing Sike Back to the bars like photographs in the dark Yeah that’s GRAINz in the building, Jrumz in the getaway car Finding patterns and loops under these urban night stars And the way they pollute (Shit) thought I needed a straw Stay sippin', I got the juice no chess pieces involved Unless we talking bout war and the piece is in the third drawer I don’t aim to please or prove myself, no not at all But to keep you nodding your head and never nodding it off Yeah never nodding it off, only plot is to floss Any problem then y'all gone see it come right from the source You said you got 'em but you ain't got 'em, shit gotta be gone Yeah life's a bitch and I'm piping, f*ck what you hype in them songs Went from a slice to a scar, like a knife in the palm That's when I came with the rain and brought out the light from the storm They put dirt on my name, I was writing all my wrongs Laid it out on the page, and faded, they confidence off, I got it Word to God, I'm a little psychotic I need literal dollars until my bank account is littered with commas How could you tell me 'bout to tomorrow, the shit isn't promised They thinking way too limited while we get it accomplished You get it, we got it, this ain't hella melodic Fellas settle for heavy metal, we dead-ed the topic We take it up another level to get a deposit If we don't get the credit bet it we get in your pockets Back to the bars like I did it again Dropped a couple rhymes, but the message ain’t send F*ck rappin' for an audience that’s out for my limbs And stop asking me 'bout content less you funding my shit Everyone’s a critic, it be the wackest musicians I’d drop a verse on your track, it’s like I featured you in it Gave you shots but it’s finished I pop the trunk leave no witness No Yankees baseball hat fitted I got the baseball bat hidden I'm 'bout to take em back with it In fact the flow-scoliosis Go head and make that decision We quick to split 'em like Moses Quick to draw like mosaics But never switchin' like solstice We’ve been the real since archaic I play the game like controllers All I got is my soul And haters could hold my cojones I'm so in love with the doe I'm trying to C notes like I'm Otis I’m tryna see what the mode is Maybe we’ll meet in the middle I got more bars for the quota But I’ll just tease you a little
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