Yell Ell - Jordan Year (Freestyle) lyrics

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Yell Ell - Jordan Year (Freestyle) lyrics

Ell got diligence, they can rot in hell if They not feeling this, I'm grabbing attention Like Holly Holmes making Ronda Rousey drowsy Women tryna do me then go back and claim they abstinent Dumb broads, they looking for menage a trois And got the stuffing up inside they bra, she Altering the vision like Adobe took the picture, I Been cold I don't need a rolley for the winter or the Summer, f** a feature I'll still do numbers The people gravitate to real you lack the appeal My factual highlight reel is infinite, I Never needed anyone else, crafted this flow by myself Started rapping back when we was lifting records off the Shelf, and momma caught me playing 50 Cent I got the Belt the long way made tomorrow a hard day Perks of having a mother that cares about a brother but ELL the boss and you know it, I gave y'all the Game decoded now we grooving to the motions Over using the potion, man, my life filled with 'bamas and cameras these n***as can't stand to see me They might hurl if I'm on TV no player two like Luigi They gotta choose me first, when you Making selections, call it verbal molestation better Bang with protection I mean it, this east coast pioneer's Not ideal I gotta different look from these cats If I'm in that alleyway I got my top hat over The hoodie, that's showing the goodies, I rival My idols "I knows I'm good" like illiterate kids (WOOH) I could spit you the simplest sh** you Think it came from my rear end, like Saying "Imma come to yo hood with a mere Benz" Homie that sh** don't bring enough change to make sense, you can't rent the Wheel of fortune, and you can't buy happiness n***as get on the stage and they resemble the fine tunes of Hollywood actresses, takin long pipe on record deal mattresses, and $5 dollar tricks balance this Mic on ya nose while your drinking a fifth, I Swear these boys do anything for riches, they dress them like some b**hes, and treat them like a mistress, that's why I'm so Misfit from labels, that's why I'm DVR'ing when these n***as on my cable, watch it so I know never to Fall into ya stable, they milk you till your utters shrink and Butcher your career and sell remains to the government I Been cooking the flow I just forgot to use the oven mitts Bro done heard the track like Ell you on some other sh** and I be like "I know" 'cause it be low-key At the night show and that's why the record labels Don't spin your vinyl unless you talking high clothes and Jewelry for the rich, Money Making Mitch and Rich Porter This wave is new torture I'm bruised but not broken PRPS, please respond perfectly silent when I'm rhyming Tryna talk over the flow is bad timing Don't ask for the feature if you a leech My league real Y'all evading tax brackets b**h's a** plastic You thinking a** backwards, oh lord come Pray for the lost, I was never ever made to crawl, I'm something like Ross on the boss sh** I gotta shawty sittin pretty lookin gorgeous And my favorite rapper hailing from New Orleans I'm the jumpman over the broom, married To the mic and she is not in need of a groom, spin cycle On your heads when we enter the room, LCL Be the crew, put the nail in your coffin if they Talking like they better than the artist from the Netherlands I'll Leave them doing Stephen dance tell me what you recommend