JJ Flow

Yea
Shiii
Say what?
You know that's the Jay Jay flow

Where I'm from they don't rap like that
2jay why talk like that?

I see a these niggas
Tryna do rap beef
They don't really got smoke like that

Talking afro-beef, I'm cutting your feet
I'm watching you bleed right there

There be too many talents, I ride in the city
Yeah look at the kids right here

I've been singing and rapping
I'm getting so tired of round of applause
Pay me the dollars
And the give me the figures
I'm topping the zeros I'm worth

The accolades given to niggas
These niggas you know that they don't do enough

I'm ghost-writing and putting the pattern
Yeah Juvy the nigga that's putting the work

Wait! Can't they just put me on Forbes
Can't they just give me the Headies
I prolly go fuck up the Grammy awards

I know that I put up a show
With too many sounds I'm staging the world

I snap with infinity stones
I'm killing avengers I feel like a god

Like really I don't know my foe
They feeling the flow
And showing me love

Mehn I'm too good, who's bad
Type in code that's full stack
I just pooped on who's mad
Ewwww (shit)

Man I flip like more stack
Tunnel vision kodak
(They wanna...)

Nigga Barry I'm doing a dash
Was chasing the money the cash
Was making a living to make up a track
You wouldn't believe that I coulda been dead

I'm mixing my brain with a couple things
Sipping and leaning I couldn't rethink
Praying my dream coulda appear in blink
(Praying my dream could appear in a wah)

It's really killing me
Nobody feeling me
Call me a smog how I go like a chimney
You see the simile
It's not a felony
It is my story, my fucking reality

Live in my melody
They can not f on me
Call me the president nigga the Kennedy (Gang)
(Call me the president nigga the wah)

I've seen smart nigga turned to a fool
Easily bought with money and food
My country is sickening breaking the rule
I say my mind man I feel like zazoo
The country a zoo
With bunch of baboons
Beg for bananas but we own the roots
Sani abacha I'm plotting the coupe
Telling your fave to step out the booth

Well I'm sorry I do it my way
I can switch - et je parle en français
Certain amitié brother j'ai laissé passé
Il y a les mauvais rumeur Dans la rue j'ai cassé

An allergy I'm keeping for fakes
Wait put some respek on my name
Amma be trapping for 84 years
I pray to God that I go with my peers

Many niggas nigga die on a daily
I need a wifey to make me a baby
Make generation of Juvy, amazing
The world on my shoulder is making me crazy

In the jungle I go like a beast
A lion, a jaguar, I'm on a leash
The beef is irrelevant, if you don't bleed
I laugh at a nigga who's thinking I'm weak



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Writer(s): Michael Jacob
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