JB - Cla**y lyrics

[Verse 1: JB] Spit crack like I'm Tyrone Biggums, k**in' 'Em Softly Haters get off the young Don Juan offspring Or the reincarnation of Tutenkhamen, bumping Nice, Smooth and Onyx In Paris, eating escargot with Louis Vuitton's kids And once I'm in the hall of fame I'll change my name to Gary Paid-Tons smoking on some Supersonic After I leave my mothers nest, vacation and stay in Vegas with Hunter S Fear insomnia but we're Loathing another rest And I'm rolling a blunt of cess yelling f** the feds sh**, I'm sure you've heard that ignorance is bliss But if you really feel serenity from talking all that sh** then you're airy sk**ed I'm mortified that rappers glorify a fake story line with less depth than a Tyler Perry film I know I'm no John Grisham, I just wanna do 'em like Pac did 'em and pop sense in 'em Give direction through lessons but not lecture them Face it, stray away from the basic be complex with them They don't listen get your composition make a mess of 'em and leave 'em in the past G, style on them cla**y [Hook: JB, Dey Bishop] Let me pay my homage now, to the legends and the greats Staying humble until my memory's erased Never chase dollars if I know I'm going to get it, I'm gonna wait and I don't eat unless my homies get a plate keep it cla**y Got common sense, but cents ain't common Have a fall back plan, catch Batman robbing Make a stack before you fade to black Play your act, better feel took aback if I daps, keep it cla**y [Verse 2: Dey Bishop] Recognize the genius of these bars Find me in Serena, Regina, between a sea on Venus and a star An arena out in mars, make the milky way feel some type of way, I'm Athena selling hard Its not a challenge, synonyms k**ing em with a mallet Men'll pause, play me back, then menopause, like the lady act; a chemical imbalance Like you lacking nickel and sodium way they come with the nina Busting for pita, pitching sodium, sell chemicals and get a balance A savage way, 18 k**ed with a 9 Cut his life in half, cut the 9 in half, you got a 4-5 18, 9, 4-5, is this an average rate? s** seeds to succeed, or succeed in profit Same pants for weeks, I must leave this nonsense Hand-me-down XXLs since grade school Y'all see a freshman cover, I see the lunch menu Herb make the pain shift, sluggish but I stay swift Don't get it twisted like Birdman and Wayne's lips Old pain and rocky phase to gold chain Versace shade Pen scrape the canvas paint landscapes that's lavish, keep it cla**y [Hook: JB, Dey Bishop]