J My Man!
Hey, yo, brass knuckle rap get your shooters
I'll do my own in flats smokin' bats I'll conclude you
Flap a drone voodoo sent a Mossberg as a chaperone
Eden Roc view smog blew sip the acetone, methadone
Followin' my slaps clip the frontal lobe
Precious stone dug from a far diamond in the coal
Silicone shell Silverstone rap miracle
Paintin' horoscopes with tequila and a beer or two
Peer into the future money been Kama Sutra
Countin' beans like coronavirus spreadin' through your pupil
Laguna Beach blunts catchin' tuna touchin' lunar
Michigan black Puma, silver and black Ruger
Chinchilla wrapped the next of my future my back to ya'
The jeweler drop you a gem before the funeral
Since a juvenile, every verse has been a eulogy
A rare mineral musically minimal fuse with me
Bare face duct-taped machete from Duc Ali
One man stampede trapeze these stacks of weed
Plus I live loud fuck a factory
It's gun rule in the back of me, Motown upped the accuracy
Facts see in 4K ultra max clarity
If you ain't sayin' shit pass the flare to me
Excuse me, I mean the torch red black green Porsche
Stack plastic cream from my bassinet to my corpse
Vaseline on the slide I fasten you to the morgue
J my man you ruthless catalogue raw
J Cross layin' Claymores sprayin' K's off
Verbally haze loft pyramid scheme no Bernie Madoff
Ate off the art like a stray dog, ayy dog
This my table get ya' plate off (get yo' shit off my table)
I'll do my own in flats smokin' bats I'll conclude you
Flap a drone voodoo sent a Mossberg as a chaperone
Eden Roc view smog blew sip the acetone, methadone
Followin' my slaps clip the frontal lobe
Precious stone dug from a far diamond in the coal
Silicone shell Silverstone rap miracle
Paintin' horoscopes with tequila and a beer or two
Peer into the future money been Kama Sutra
Countin' beans like coronavirus spreadin' through your pupil
Laguna Beach blunts catchin' tuna touchin' lunar
Michigan black Puma, silver and black Ruger
Chinchilla wrapped the next of my future my back to ya'
The jeweler drop you a gem before the funeral
Since a juvenile, every verse has been a eulogy
A rare mineral musically minimal fuse with me
Bare face duct-taped machete from Duc Ali
One man stampede trapeze these stacks of weed
Plus I live loud fuck a factory
It's gun rule in the back of me, Motown upped the accuracy
Facts see in 4K ultra max clarity
If you ain't sayin' shit pass the flare to me
Excuse me, I mean the torch red black green Porsche
Stack plastic cream from my bassinet to my corpse
Vaseline on the slide I fasten you to the morgue
J my man you ruthless catalogue raw
J Cross layin' Claymores sprayin' K's off
Verbally haze loft pyramid scheme no Bernie Madoff
Ate off the art like a stray dog, ayy dog
This my table get ya' plate off (get yo' shit off my table)
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Dante Cross, James Warden Leigh
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