Shout out Janelle Ryan
Janelle Show
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C said she wanted me to spit more
Blaze said he wanted me to spit more
JR said he wanted me to spit more
This my dream chaser intro
Hoodie Balenciaga
Hood full of shottas
All about a dollar
Murder game still a problem
Niccas get wet off of kicks still
Shits real
From toy guns to real guns
Still playing with big wheels
Sick still
Brooklyn Boy don't care
How pigs feel
Yall scary
Want us to comply
And sit still
Yall very
Funny if you think we would do that
Carry piece like a Buddhist
If we the ones you gone shoot at
Some of us 9 to 5 trynna survive
With the minimum wage
I guess it's dead or alive
So this kush from Seattle
Better better my vibe
Put my dreams in the sky
And keep my eyes on the prize
You heard
What's that
A Lamborghini truck
I know there's more to life but do I really give a fuck
Jewish developers take our homes from us
Now I'm stuck
Trynna tell my life story before a judge
My Nana died and left an apartment
Rent stabilized and telling me it ain't ours when
I stayed by her side during the hospice
Dee Dee spent over a years time with her mom sick
That's how my family ride out
Drop everything and tell niccas I'm out
Split everything among us cut the pies out
Momma whatever salary they paying I'll buy out
I ain't killer but don't push me
None of my emotions make me pussy
This need to win only gone make me push b
Energy Bars in the morning I need that push please
Tatted Kings shout out my guy Mike
Wheels 12 o'clock all season dawg
That's bike life
Your goons mobbin like goblins
That's sci-fi
I'll tell your girl FYT
That's Mih-Ty
Don't test me lil boy
You a deadbeat
Your daughter call me her dad
Your BM sexy
Wanna drip
Show me your neck freeze
Grab a stick shoot a round at your ice
Gretzky
I go green at go when they
Let me
Draw on hero's you marvel at
Stan Lee
Draw on hero's you marvel at
Stan Lee
Hold up
Moment of silence respect please
Look
T'Challa Wakanda gotta pride us with honor
I'm outta product to pop up
With proper potters to pot up
My powers popping they pop up
And pop off at any pocket
I'm prophet and profit a problem
For anybody's project
My team back pack
Through the worlds underground
Those with gold round they neck
Better never make a sound
I got goals on my head
If they ever make a crown
I survive a headshot
It will never make it down
Real loc
Word to the hair upstairs
Forbes top list
I am the heir up there
Dem boys washed up
Not really fair to compare
Ya boys hot sure there's sun wear
Somewhere
Word to my fellowship you can't tell us shit
Big Elephant and my wife is the fifth element
Gold tusks protect ivory from those that might benefit
Young boy built for the league
Zion Williamson
Aint got no more drums
Damn
Shout out Dom Staxx Staten Island Brooklyn connect you know
I aint even rapping for yall