Jean Deaux - Est. N19g4 lyrics

[Produced by Such N Such] [Verse 1: Saba] Ah Boy I'm riding with my n***as though Come through like we royalty in purple, that's that indigo Hitting blocks till in the store Such N Such, Save Mula Saba saying PIVOT though, Pivotal That's enough hang it up, Mistletoe They say you judged by the company you keep Oh well word? Well I'm with real n***as, what do that make me? Exactly, to a tee. That description is vivid A product of my environment Surrounded by the illest, PIVOT Get ya muscle up, bodybuilder, Arnold Louie how my Arms strong Go in like a hard on My flow hard core Arkham asylum psychotic cottonmouth rhyming With no prescription so I'm in A straight jacket, beat jacking And dreams valid Boy I'm fleetwood mack Yeah, the man with the plan like the blueprints Beat the beat with two fist Don't play with em Or ya fam in all black, no racism Cla**ical raps, I'm holding beethoven staff sheet With an orchestra, yeah Saba leading the band geeks Like Jimmy Jones fill your cups up with juices The leader of the new school and y'all dudes too truant boy [Hook: Jean Deaux] Okay now We got something all of y'all want I'd like this time to propose a toast For my n***as This for my n***as Showcasing talents for the streets like a charity And all of the proceeds To my n***as This for my n***as [Verse 2: Saba] Uhhhhhh.... I'm looking to buzz Your girl looking for love And she looking at us You looking around As if it ain't such Such N Such saving it up You spending it all Get played like you dumb But n***a you say she the one My n***as above More than just a rim Like 2Pac Shakur That 1994 hit My bars at your forehead Foreshadowing the scene Just know there'll be more dead I'm counting casualties casually k** a bad emcee I'm the sun to an asterisk So y'all shine in the back of me Like shadow clones You never coming out like battered homes My flow the cleanest, get my lather on Yeah I scrub-a-dub With Such N Such And Jean Deaux, n***a that's the cuz And it's for the love Like a bone thug And I ain't on time But I showed up with my n***as [Hook] [Verse 3: Saba] Ah Strictly for my n***as, Pac in ‘93 Find me Cotton picking, no pot to piss in, that's what the alley for Locked behind padded walls and a padded door That's a small circle so I had to add some more Cuz y'all my n***as (n***as) Yeah this for all my n***as (n***a) Change the vocab in one night (one night) Y'all might all be right Hey! [With Jean Deaux] But we'll never go away (way) Never go away (way) Never go away (way) Never go