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Jay Skillzzz

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Album number two still no airplay
They rejected number one there's no fair play

I'm so used to getting cut f*ck a band-aid
I mean my bookings only cost a couple grand hey

But a nigga ain't gigging so there's no income
All I hear is get a job f*ck you're dream son

They failed to chase their dreams now they hating on you
Instead of throwing shade, they should be praying for you

The devil feeds their ammo I can see it in their eyes
When their shots don't break me down
These haters act surprised

I think that they forgot I ain't an ordinary guy
Superhuman in the flesh made from God's steel

I'm getting benched by some rappers that ain't got skill
I get to practice everyday and run a block drill

The frustration make a nigga wanna pop pill
But I'm guessing the struggle is part of God's will

Shits going bad when it rains it pours
I'm just a broke rapper tryna open doors

Shits going bad when it rains it pours
I'm just a broke rapper tryna open doors

Open doors
Open doors

Shits going bad when it rains it pours

Welcome to the 057
We don't party in the week so we home by 11

My city got a lot of rappers
So we need our own stage

It's only these house DJ's that always fucken eat
That's why they got Mokaba's cause they chowing all the meat

The fucken meat pie is big enough for us to share
I know we got dope rappers with dope music
But these DJ's are selfish and they won't use it

With a lack of resources and no presence of wealth
With my back to the ropes bitch I'm proud of myself

Bitch niggas sell dreams real niggas go help
If you feel that last line raise your hand and say preach

Somebody's gotta have balls to tell the story
Rappers in a cypher are called a lyric orgy

That line is fucken dope I know it sounds corny
There ain't a kasi in my city where they don't know me

Shits going bad when it rains it pours
I'm just a broke rapper tryna open doors

Shits going bad when it rains it pours
I'm just a broke rapper tryna open doors

Open doors
Open doors

Shits going bad when it rains it pours

Askies to make space and stop yapping too much
While I'm grabbing the mic you be busy spreading rumors

With mic performers southwestern town rulers
The same people who like to be my consumers

I'm a lyrical king
I'm in a lyrical league

How many rappers you know can still run on a three verse
Keep your head bobbing nodding while you trip to the words

With this pen and paper in the booth, I'm drawing my dream
I'm the voice the love and the hope of the streets

After the partying and bullshit, I deliver some peace
Indian chef in the booth boy I'm bringing the heat

I got a legacy to keep my people proud man
With these metaphors and verbs, I made em proud man

When they see me they like Skilla roll a loud man
They wanna receive my gift through the cloud man

I just roll another bat
And say aweh

Shits going bad when it rains it pours
I'm just a broke rapper tryna open doors

Shits going bad when it rains it pours
I'm just a broke rapper tryna open doors

Open doors
Open doors

Shits going bad when it rains it pours

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