Jae Millz - Dutch Masters lyrics

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Jae Millz - Dutch Masters lyrics

(Verse) They act like I wanna get fame off dissing n***as, Like I ain't already got fame off dissing n***as, That's one thing I do, got if I ain't got sh** on n***as Youtube me, they watch my battles more than ya singles n***a Recite some of the most clever sh** ever made And by the way I ain’t battle in bout a decade Yo, don’t be mad at me for catching darts Yall n***as through and let’s keep it moving, respect the art I just wanna smoke and chase kush clouds And celebrate Obama, no longer stressed bout what Bush allow I wish I can supply the world with pounds ‘Cause dutch masters make the world go round Check me out (Verse) Mind over matter until the day that my ashes are scattered sponsored links Or til that evening at my casket It’s lower then them green stims that grow out of that brown dirt That ground work, is what calculates and totals to your town’s worth Where I’m from, girls only care bout that brown purse Black girl lost but Louis Vuitton made her feel she found earth I can’t just apparent that miss ladder All I can do is teach my princess better Nas was right on time with that daughter’s record He came out with it the week I found out what my girl was expecting Now I’m so geeked I wish I could supply the world with pounds ‘Cause dutch masters make the world go round (Verse) Before my grandmother died she said nothing is promised So that’s my proudest fact So proud in fact her grandson naming his album that Shout to Harlem, it’s only right that I style in raps Put gold around my wrists and fingers Kneel down a smile for snaps Yea, jailhouse pose For my soldiers in them jailhouse clothes, salute Listen to the sentences, I just thinks you could tell I know What the f** I’m f**in talkin bout From hell I arose Now it’s 10 toes on this cold world that they place the n***a in But I’m good, I got n***a skin You say I’m a whack rapper? That’s cool Being a black man on earth, I’ve been called worse That’s why I wish I could supply the world with pounds ‘Cause dutch masters make the world go round Smoke something b**h Millz