Feverish

My Word is my bond
Word to my FlyJuly charm
I'm Solo like Han
To every pro there must be a con
And I know I'm right even if though I was wrong
I'm Similar to Corleone so guess I'm the don

Now Thinking you could hang with us in a tournament
You get hung just like an ornament
For poorly performing it

I'm Jeru the damaging it, we taking Advantages
What u plan to do when you get to Los Angeles
Make a few money moves and link with my mans and them
Well kept management
While y'all kept scrambling

Y'all tryna Balling on our court, rap our sport
You know we from nueva york
We ain't grow up with no silver spoon
More like a plastic fork, we don't eat pork
Mom said it could cloud I thoughts

It's Back and Forth like it's ping pong
Niggas been wrong
At your door like it's ding dong
Feeling like King Kong, when they sing song
Damn why you took so long
I know it's been a minute since I've been gone

That's why My pen game is gorgeous
I stay locked in the fortress
Going thru a metamorphosis, mighty morphing?
Stand clear of the closing doors
On the iron horse, Gum bottom on the air forces

I be the one to carry the New York torches
As teach these rap courses
Man y'all little niggas should forfeit

After some next shit
Imma drop more shit
Shoulda seen how many styles that
I walked thru the door with

You rap without conviction
I could tell you write fiction
By just reading your bio description
For instance you funny style
So of course we keep our distance
I told you on the last tape but you didn't listen

So here's an invitation to a conversation
My cash app to make a smooth donation
Trust we patient, plus the throne is vacant

I'm puffing a spliff, I turn the beat on
She like fuck is this?
Bitch this shit is feverish



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Sentine
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