Jered Sanders - P.S.E. (Public Service Enhancement) lyrics

(Intro) Yup, EMP be the team Real on the way, first 48 And this will happen when the followers of Christ got bars Ya ready? Yuh, ah (Verse) Ya lookin' at me like if you won't like me then nobody will If I don't rock a chain, then ain't nobody will Talkin' banks, put my hand on the wheel, they gettin' deals Talkin' that jazz and toss em out like I'm uncle (Phil) Kinda ill with the fresh prints, I hear silence (silence, silence) Yo pants glitter, ain't fair to compare silence And I ain't with all the fam flare The snare hit, yo nails clipped A lil too scared to appear violent This for the glory, homie, I ain't hit the summers yet I want a white picket fence with a ? But if it's a prolem, I'm bombin', it's not a luxury I'm just tryna sit comfortably, fresh in my dumble jeans You new rappers, bumble bees, buzzin' for the moment But you buggin' me, which one of you buddies is the one who stink? Then you be the one to stink, gimme yo best shot I'll hop in the DjBooth, squash you and leave ya under sneaks I got bars on top of bars, like Olympic games But now the bars got emphasis, ? and typhus Lyricists main droppin' fo' lil twitter thang I'm on a shame, man, it's been a change in my demeanors So I ain't finna nae, one writer in the bong cipher You still bitin' but the dinner's change I pray for em, palm press for the hand sign I'm hot, boi, lil sunburn and a tan line I went from squeezin' on the biddies like an immigrant(?) And broad snappin' to a family man You new rappers, still rhyming bout your burners and boss themes Spittin' bout as reckless as the Kermit The Frog meme Stop, cause y'all don't pop guns, ya'll pop adjectives I spit real raps without the additives I spit that truth, something I had to give Gospel, offsetting all them fictional bags you pitch!