No Chances
Jemyle Jones X Optiks
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Look... Now the only way... We gonna control the virus... Is by self quarantine Don't touch me bitch! Now this here ain't nothing like ya used to I dont give a f*ck about fame streams or YouTube I don't give a f*ck about hoes, whips or new shoes If my daughter ain't got food I'm making you stew COOK COOK! Chef'n with my apron I go ape let my nuts hang AH! Meet Lagassi, bam bam posse F*ck the Dram roll up broccoli As a jit, we would pitch Peddle on the strip, King Jaffe My soul glowed before that jerry curl mockery It's funny, I met papi before I knew Papi Knew shooters like McGavin, Chubbs had to watch me Been flowing since Happy Gilmore was playing hockey Big Daddy I piss on walls against all odds I wipe my own ass with your tape it's 2 ply soft Spit at the camera and flex I go Tupac hard She bus it and get trained she a metro card BACKDOOR! I get her to booth the work, I get in the booth and work I don't even proof my work whatever I jot it works Whenever I write a verse I'm planning to murk, prepare your grave or worse I'm woke and it's wake whenever I say ELO or Pure at first Okay Now this here ain't nothing like ya used to Noooo Middle Fingers I'm on that mood Whooa That means your fucking with an ass whole What you thought we was homies, nah we ain't that cool BITCH! Back up off me, back up off me F*CK THAT Back up off me, back up off me CHILLL Back up off me, back up off me EZZZ Back up off me, back up off me! Back up off me Bitch you barely know me don't make shit get awkward Niggas swear they homies working in the same offices Just dapping fists cough and that's your coffin This that Purell flow No hand to hand we use elbows Don't ever hand me your cellphone You got the memo you'd be working from home you said HELL YES But ya spouse said HELL NO... Now that's scandalous Quarantined the crib, can't handle it Hit food bazaar, shelves gone, ya'll scavenging Young savages, Dow Jones, low averages Death rates vs. recovery, no comparison Mass media, propaganda, people panicking Pandemics, Election years... Pick a candidate Check the pamphlet, then double check all your answers and Wear gloves it's tough love, take no chances Okay Now this here ain't nothing like ya used to Noooo Middle Fingers I'm on that mood Whooa That means your fucking with an ass whole What you thought we was homies, nah we ain't that cool BITCH! Back up off me, back up off me F*CK THAT Back up off me, back up off me CHILLL Back up off me, back up off me EZZZ Back up off me, back up off me!
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