Jeety Wheadies (feat. Saint Josh)

Got black air forces
Just kidding got the Jeety's
Knock Knock open up, It's the GDs
Ate 3 kids, with a bowl of Mini Wheaties
Busy making music, Chilling we some BDs
Just to be clear, we're not Black Disciples
We're white fat and stupid
And we're about to read The Bible
That's how you know
We're hard as fuck
Been chilling for a while, but now your time is up

It's about drive, it's about power
We stay hungry, we devour
Put in the work, put in the hours and take what's ours
Black and Samoan in my veins
My culture banging with Strange
I change the game, so what's my motherfucking name Rock
Desecration, defamation, if you wanna bring it to the masses
Face to face, now we escalating when I have to put boots to asses
Mean on ya, like a dream when I'm rumbling you're gonna scream mama
So bring drama to the King Brahma
Coming at you with extreme mana

Encapsulated
In a rap you hated
Oversaturated
In the craft degraded
Now that's debated
They're past is fabricated
Everyone wear a mask
Now the mask has masqueraded
The vaccinated
They're aggravated
Over the stats, we say they're fascinating
So I'm glad we made it, graduated
But you know where we have to take it
No cap, autograph the affidavit
Backspace to catch these phrases
Boy, I'm outer space
Pass these pages out
Cash these majors
I'm past these payments
And these average wages
Boy I hacked the matrix



Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Atterberry, Tayson Honer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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