J. Jones - Crows lyrics

[Verse 1] I pull up real fast, pull up real quick You in gear four, I'm in gear six I can't move slow, I'm not average And I keep that nine on me, Rondo, Mavericks Homie what's happenin We can get it crackin Attackin him left and right While I'm taggin with left and rights Am I right? I keep this chain on my neck, man that's civil rights When I write, I bring the pain with my lyrics, are y'all alright? Man alright I can't stop it Keep that cannon on me like a rocket I tell ya cannon to rock it Power, Otto no rocket Nick, no cannon Mariah so stop it Dashing through money, stopless Ma**in through NASA watch this Hit you with a capital clip, what's in your wallet? You giving up, you practicing lent? What's in yo pockets I keep you boxed in with the flow, I'm like Hopkins I'm timeless, like diamonds And money, in Thailand Shhh, whisper Boy I ball hard like Fisher The Clippers The Wizards The Sixers Man shh, just listen You can't ball hard like the Pistons Nowitzki, no Jordan or Pippen No pun intended My attentions for the intended Just to show that I'm winning So pay attention Cause the ending Might pop like quizzes Man you looking stupid you get left like Jennings Let's get it That might be too much And I'm too clutch Like Harden or T-Mac On Houston No boosting Cause it's proven That if you go hard in the paint Dwight in the paint and you might stop losing That's really how my life goes I set goals and get buckets Then I drive to the goal, to the hole And one, one shot is all you get So i gotta ball out, I can't stop, I can't quit Now, are you hearing what I'm saying Or do I need to turn up like a Super Saiyan I'm sayin Damn, you playin I'm not tho Comin at your head with the little red dot tho Do you feel me or not bro Nah, no not really I do it for my dogs like Mike Vick, I'm so silly I do it for my dogs like Rick Ross and Meek Milli I do it for my dogs, all of y'all so grind with me But I'm on this cheese chase Like a Philly cheese steak Or cheese cake Man I'm so random, for Pete's sake I do it for Pete's sake Who the hell is Pete doe Run up in your spot on a Friday, Deebo Man this sh** is easy like a layup, free throw Can't wait to get this bread, for free doe And layup, with a little bad chick She so far from average She think she from Dallas Damn I hate the Mavericks And I love them questions but man I hate the practice Why you hate the practice, did AI go to practice? I know I'm not AI but hell man let me practice That means skipping practice On the regular, I'm Childish, Gambino Boy I jack pockets like the casino I'm a cash out like jackpot the casino I'm a spaz out like Marlin on Finding Nemo And when I mash out I can't come back, Sub Zero The end I lied Man I just can't stop now Copped the five o so I can dip up on the cops now Bought the five o so I could slip when I hear them cops sounds Got the new whip so when it's real, I'm a let the freaking top down Man I hate five o bro Got that five o doe I'm wagon from station to station, no Volvo My ride so pimp I exhibit in car shows I pimp my ride, no Xzibit, no car shows Damn [Outro] Yeah that's about it That's pretty much a rap Quick little freestyle Hope you guys enjoyed it Get at me My boy D on the beat Yupp!