[Intro]
[Verse 1: J'sar]
For real without a deal I k** like serial
My mic catch bodies I scratch the serial
For really though ill n***a still 'a blow
A whole L rebel on your weak rap team
Knowing well that you never will be
A part of the league in which I own part of a team
Play strip poker with hoes and I start with their jeans
Cut the game short cod that's all that I need
We make moves on cats who came through wrong
Their eyes wide open but we see that they sleep
You see they don't see what we see
To these hungry predators they be grade A meat
Take a look at my closet straight street
I own suits 'a blackball you don't test me
Remain humble through the pains and struggles
You hear this playing anywhere the gangstas huddle
[Hook: J'sar]
We make rap songs and break bread with the children
Lay the foundation down we building
Are you still in to make the millions
Then aim for billions we got a long way to go
Y-y-y-yo y-y-yo y-y-y-yo y-yo
Y-y-y-yo y-y-yo y-y-y-yo y-yo
Y-y-y-yo y-y-yo y-y-y-yo y-yo
Y-y-y-yo y-y-yo y-y-y-yo y-yo
[Verse 2: J'sar]
Atmosphere be cold the environment
Foul get hated I'm just knife like
Music novelist optimistic pessimistic
Quiet riot shovel them under Virginia
We exit Y Z if you ain't notice the rhyme scheme
Webster's dictionary couldn't ever define me
You get buried alive if you ever defy me
Straight disrespect only send you in five feet
Genuine ivy league cla** of this rhyming thing
Cla**ic in time I speak hazardous lines through pre
Amps and a mic I bleed ink of the page or free
Style either way a twelve gage seem weak
Seven days in a week I been up for eight
Drinking henny straight C Jack puffin' haze
B and Rell hit the scene their eyes like infrared beams
Obvious we doing the same thing
[Hook]
[Verse 3: J'sar]
We call audibles at the line of scrimmage
Snatch your script call Scorsese rewrite your final ending
I got about twenty six hundred women friend
Need pentagon clearance to chill with us and get bent
That was your girl I steal her like Big Ben
Like Big did watch y'all doors get kicked in
And knock down walls like wrecking balls
Mister want it all didn't get enough and got the guns involved
Sonnin' y'all the moon is gone keep it moving on
'fore I do you wrong I ain't razor sharp but I produced the song
Don't need forward progress I blow by
So step back like a crackhead that blow lah
Tell no lies may these rhymes be a n***a nine to five
'til the day that I die soul raise to the sky
Going crazy in my mind feel I'm running out of time
Like Denzel with one bar left before I drop the mic
[Hook]