Jexstarr / Neighbourhood (feat. 427 Fwis & G2CLEARR)
Nigga, tell me where you're from
I heard niggas in your hood say you are not the one
Can't relate, the trenches are where I begun
And I make the biggest star turn into dust
Stayin' on my toes, fuck a foe, y'all are not hard
Jammin' out the jects, come correct, I'm a rockstar
Stayin' on my toes, fuck a foe, y'all are not hard
Jammin' out the jects, come correct, I'm a rockstar
Started out on Russell when Eflat was still my neighbour
Climbin' out that jungle; niggas had to elevate shit
Faucet never rusted; stuck to tap for my hydration
Can't be mad if y'all not tastin'
Also shoutout to that basement
Always fightin' with fire
Straight through the flames- I came out the survivor
Simple equation; you can't off a God that basically slayed every demon inside him
I couldn't blame anybody surprised
Was never afraid of a body with scars
That's all that I gave niggas all on my projects
And I made almost all in the projects, to be honest
Hit new peaks at the top of Gledhill, then became a veteran my own way
Free all of my shottas- I ain't sayin' no names
R.I.P. to Ro and much love to Rene, the home fav
Nigga, tell me where you're from
I heard niggas in your hood say you are not the one
Can't relate, the trenches are where I begun
And I make the biggest star turn into dust
Stayin' on my toes, fuck a foe, y'all are not hard
Jammin' out the jects, come correct, I'm a rockstar
Stayin' on my toes, fuck a foe, y'all are not hard
Jammin' out the jects, come correct, I'm a rockstar
Livin' too fast- runnin' it up
Double the cup
Pass me the za- take a hit, I'm to Mars
You couldn't love me 'cause I got no heart
She tryna link; she givin' it up
Yeah, she tryna fuck
Keepin' the money and hoes all apart
You see the light, bitch
You know I'm a star
You're more like my adversary
I can't ever let you get me
Drown in love, that shit be scary
Only if it's necessary
Grab my gun, but they won't let me
Off the top- this flow machete
Sold 10K in January
Movin' work, that's necessary
If the wheels fall off, then I'll walk it out
You're my brother, then that means we're hugging it out
'Cause I've been down this road for thousands of miles
City of sin where this shit could get wild and wicked
Sick of these niggas pretendin'
Sick of the bitches, they always be trippin'
Sick of these bitches, they're all in my mentions
Bitch, I be sick and tired of the games that you playin'
Make it out- that's the number one plan
I ain't ever gon' be caught in a jam
He movin' weight, but he not in a gym
Done takin' L's- I'ma get me a M
Give a fuck if I'm alone in the end
Good thing I never needed any friends
I get what I want- you get what you can
Livin' too fast- runnin' it up
Double the cup
Pass me the za- take a hit, I'm to Mars
You couldn't love me 'cause I got no heart
She tryna link; she givin' it up
Yeah, she tryna fuck
Keepin' the money and hoes all apart
You see the light, bitch
You know I'm a star
You're more like my adversary
I can't ever let you get me
Drown in love, that shit be scary
Only if it's necessary
Grab my gun, but they won't let me
Off the top- this flow machete
Sold 10K in January
Movin' work, that's necessary
God of the North
Top product, they're too broke
To even window-shop at the store
I brought in the force
If I call it, it's a go
So you don't want no problems- for sure
I gotta explore, I'm plottin' for more
I'll likely ignore if your timing is poor
Still talking? Guess that's what the silencer's for
Like, halt!
Jupi's toppin' the score
Genius at eleven- my elders were hella lost
They ain't waste a single second to tell me I'm better off
Then I kept it with the pennin' and shreddin' these letters off
So my credit is respected whenever I'm treadin' blocks
'Cause they sense how I'm steppin'- that real nigga presence
You ungodly peasants can only feel pressure
If they pull up to the gates, I'ma let 'em in
Just so they'll see what the trace of my essence is
Cooped up in the trap and the cocoon
We'll see who's up when I slap 'em with the snooze
That's how I'm movin', so you have to be in tune
Have to be in tune
Livin' too fast- runnin' it up
Double the cup
Pass me the za- take a hit, I'm to Mars
You couldn't love me 'cause I got no heart
She tryna link; she givin' it up
Yeah, she tryna fuck
Keepin' the money and hoes all apart
You see the light, bitch
You know I'm a star
You're more like my adversary
I can't ever let you get me
Drown in love, that shit be scary
Only if it's necessary
Grab my gun, but they won't let me
Off the top- this flow machete
Sold 10K in January
Movin' work, that's necessary
I heard niggas in your hood say you are not the one
Can't relate, the trenches are where I begun
And I make the biggest star turn into dust
Stayin' on my toes, fuck a foe, y'all are not hard
Jammin' out the jects, come correct, I'm a rockstar
Stayin' on my toes, fuck a foe, y'all are not hard
Jammin' out the jects, come correct, I'm a rockstar
Started out on Russell when Eflat was still my neighbour
Climbin' out that jungle; niggas had to elevate shit
Faucet never rusted; stuck to tap for my hydration
Can't be mad if y'all not tastin'
Also shoutout to that basement
Always fightin' with fire
Straight through the flames- I came out the survivor
Simple equation; you can't off a God that basically slayed every demon inside him
I couldn't blame anybody surprised
Was never afraid of a body with scars
That's all that I gave niggas all on my projects
And I made almost all in the projects, to be honest
Hit new peaks at the top of Gledhill, then became a veteran my own way
Free all of my shottas- I ain't sayin' no names
R.I.P. to Ro and much love to Rene, the home fav
Nigga, tell me where you're from
I heard niggas in your hood say you are not the one
Can't relate, the trenches are where I begun
And I make the biggest star turn into dust
Stayin' on my toes, fuck a foe, y'all are not hard
Jammin' out the jects, come correct, I'm a rockstar
Stayin' on my toes, fuck a foe, y'all are not hard
Jammin' out the jects, come correct, I'm a rockstar
Livin' too fast- runnin' it up
Double the cup
Pass me the za- take a hit, I'm to Mars
You couldn't love me 'cause I got no heart
She tryna link; she givin' it up
Yeah, she tryna fuck
Keepin' the money and hoes all apart
You see the light, bitch
You know I'm a star
You're more like my adversary
I can't ever let you get me
Drown in love, that shit be scary
Only if it's necessary
Grab my gun, but they won't let me
Off the top- this flow machete
Sold 10K in January
Movin' work, that's necessary
If the wheels fall off, then I'll walk it out
You're my brother, then that means we're hugging it out
'Cause I've been down this road for thousands of miles
City of sin where this shit could get wild and wicked
Sick of these niggas pretendin'
Sick of the bitches, they always be trippin'
Sick of these bitches, they're all in my mentions
Bitch, I be sick and tired of the games that you playin'
Make it out- that's the number one plan
I ain't ever gon' be caught in a jam
He movin' weight, but he not in a gym
Done takin' L's- I'ma get me a M
Give a fuck if I'm alone in the end
Good thing I never needed any friends
I get what I want- you get what you can
Livin' too fast- runnin' it up
Double the cup
Pass me the za- take a hit, I'm to Mars
You couldn't love me 'cause I got no heart
She tryna link; she givin' it up
Yeah, she tryna fuck
Keepin' the money and hoes all apart
You see the light, bitch
You know I'm a star
You're more like my adversary
I can't ever let you get me
Drown in love, that shit be scary
Only if it's necessary
Grab my gun, but they won't let me
Off the top- this flow machete
Sold 10K in January
Movin' work, that's necessary
God of the North
Top product, they're too broke
To even window-shop at the store
I brought in the force
If I call it, it's a go
So you don't want no problems- for sure
I gotta explore, I'm plottin' for more
I'll likely ignore if your timing is poor
Still talking? Guess that's what the silencer's for
Like, halt!
Jupi's toppin' the score
Genius at eleven- my elders were hella lost
They ain't waste a single second to tell me I'm better off
Then I kept it with the pennin' and shreddin' these letters off
So my credit is respected whenever I'm treadin' blocks
'Cause they sense how I'm steppin'- that real nigga presence
You ungodly peasants can only feel pressure
If they pull up to the gates, I'ma let 'em in
Just so they'll see what the trace of my essence is
Cooped up in the trap and the cocoon
We'll see who's up when I slap 'em with the snooze
That's how I'm movin', so you have to be in tune
Have to be in tune
Livin' too fast- runnin' it up
Double the cup
Pass me the za- take a hit, I'm to Mars
You couldn't love me 'cause I got no heart
She tryna link; she givin' it up
Yeah, she tryna fuck
Keepin' the money and hoes all apart
You see the light, bitch
You know I'm a star
You're more like my adversary
I can't ever let you get me
Drown in love, that shit be scary
Only if it's necessary
Grab my gun, but they won't let me
Off the top- this flow machete
Sold 10K in January
Movin' work, that's necessary
Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Germain
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