Jonwayne - Jump Shot lyrics

[Verse 1: Jonwayne] No haste, set my own pace To pack'em in, and stack'em Right down the middle, fiddler on the roof Like a satellite, pour another pitcher SPF-60 Slick, buff the beat Shine, keep the SPF with me, heat I'm the G.O.A.T bleating on the beat Bleed and mope Coat check the door of this Rocky Horror Picture Show Who's more blessed to best'em No veterans, they waiting for the "L" like Tetris Gotta be hungry, starving for the part Lion and the wolf guard Snacking on these sheep No lies, slide with more sides Than a decagon with a deck of cards So clean with this rhyme Uh, that it's next to God Rock sandals like the right hand next to God My right hand, right barbs when I'm pressing hard The right man for the job, do your job When I enter the room just don't forget to turn the mic on [Hook: Jonwayne] We ready to go? Write a track without a hook And now it's ready to blow That's cause everything I say is like an earworm Unfolded in your brain, like you almost forget to hate My a** when they say my name [Verse 2] Seeing'em- I got your kittens smitten When I open my wallet I coulda sworn I heard a ribbit, I'm trippin' I'ma brand new religion where plain And sight is like a brand new cryptic I'm with it, spend my days mic grippin' Recite rhymes, thick enough for the tights rippin' Final form from the boards Hoarding all these beats for myself Don't compare you to me That ain't good for your health And you scared to be me Jump shot, one foot, one mic One brood that could Look now at this captain, I'ma stand over These rappers 'til my rap is understood With an Advil in my head And an anvil in my foot I'ma grind 'til these people Think that I'm a Freemason I'ma pyramid, singles 'til They hit in every station Like I'm hearing sh** Head on up your a** You been hearing sh** But it ain't your business why I been acting mysterious [Hook] [Verse 3] I can manifest my mental bungee jumps Into a tale of caution While these hands tremble marathon With relay pace often God send is an odd one All this water's laced And the raw beef on my napkin Dinner plate, God is great Said I lay on fire baking cakes On top of club flyers I aspire, maybe to be More than some wires Maybe I should put my phone down Before the vice versa And VICE writes a piece About my over hyped verse My cousins probably heard this Like they never heard me speak before Blessed be these words like you never Heard a sneeze before, this little heart Of mine got the jaws of life I'll put'em by this mic And try to open every mind And door, my gut is kinda core These rappers lying, poor Now they line the floor Sine wave, grindin' All they diamonds raw The only dotted line I'm Signing is mine I'm an Author every line is like A shine on my light (We ready to go?)