Déclaration de mission

Ayo Man
It's ya boy
Jean Fourniér
And this my intro
This my mission statement
Smifhouse
Of representatives
With Slime Po on the beat you heard
We elevatin'

Yo,
I remember
Toasting Labor Day
Mimosa made with ace of spade
A legend with this razor blade
But'll shoot you before he raise a blade
Me and my lady stayed
The first place that McGrady played
And I ain't have to
Rap to
Fans or play the stage
My OG got some old beef from a 80s fade
The opp got stuck with the box cut
like a 80s fade
Blood got mopped up
But still left a major stain
They was gon 'fore the cops popped up
To save the day
How many times I say, "movin" cooler than Macy grey
But left the car
Idle while I was baggin to make a play
Am I the illest, in it?
I'd imagine it's safe to say
Money from different countries
what you want my safe to say
I suggest that you carry yo shit the patient way
'Fore paramedics
gotta carry yo shit the patient way
Will smif
grip on the ratchet
and let it spray ya way?
I don't pull my stick to just flash it
Bitch I ain't agent k
but they commending Blak
For every track i slayed
For every stack I saved
tell the beef it's a renoylds wrap
Wearing wires
the only way that y'all fed the trap
I feed this 456
you die when ya head get cracked
My heart in the game
with rockets I was extra strapped
But didn't wanna kill em
So before I shot I was stepping back
You never measured crack
that's a settled fact
Saying I ain't hot
knowing the pot
and the kettles Blak
Ion give a fuck how people feel about me
Ain't on the itinerary
That can't be what's real about me
I don't even notice
the bogus homies that really doubt me
I be eating right
working hard
Don't be feeling lousy
I be energetic
my pen aesthetic
Niggas quote my conversations
and act like I ain't never said it
I don't pull cards,
Cuz I ain't tryna get the credit
this a clue
for some it's like the flu
Y'all have yet to get it



Credits
Writer(s): Johnathan Robert Fournier, Edward Peyton
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