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Ridin through the waves of life i come alive up in the night
bag full of happiness about to take flight handle my business on the mic these ***
wanna battle. so many flows i leave em trampled.dismantle the beat and im back to the street aint nothin
new to me. Pound of the purp it help me sleep. im something like a shooter yeah im on my
3s. freak is on her knees trying to bring that peace like im Ghandi. she something like
a blondie whoever she is she cannot keep her hands off me.
Got that red solo cup. Gin and OJ fill it up, tell your girl to roll my blunt. this
music aint loud enough. We about to turn it up and if the pigs are coming we are yellin
turn down for what? I dont give a *** about your feelings if you feel this got your hands
to the ceiling im just illin spittin this sick ***. im a dog i had to rip this if you
talkin *** kiss this clenched fist im a baller you just sittin on the bench kid
I aint even swaggin on you. toe taggin by the 2's. Beastin on you fools, spittin out
these jewels everytime i touch the mic. about to blow up yeah they call me Jay Dynamite.
Higher then a satellite crashing like a meteorite with a galaxy up in my pocket drip some chocolate
on my rocket cause i heard she love that black *** now isnt that some magic. its a classic
that i got them fallin like it was titanic. there is no need to panic. Got it under control
like traffic. Ya`ll softer then bannock flow is a mammoth on a hammock im a bandit causin
havoc like a savage living lavish watch it vanish as i banish all the damage burnin cabbage
fresh bag full of salad. gettin lifted past my limits. Drifted to a distance where im
twisted against the system. Gifted with the rhythm to make you listen. Bars on lockdown
like a prison you aint ever going to beat me take that as a lesson.