Chop/Appetite
Jay Browne
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Oh yeah, Santiago My niggas still popping them nines And my cousin still coppin them dimes I'm out with my gang and no I don't bang, my cousin still calling me "Slime" And I got the heart of a lion No your music not harder than mine You niggas be following bitches on IG, I follow my heart and my mind It do not let up, and no I don't stop, we aim at ya top-op Them thangs go chop-pa-pa-pa-pa, we aim at ya top-op They want me to lean but me, I just rock, it took me alot, yuh Them thangs go chop-pa-pa-pa-pa, we aim at ya top-op (J-A-Y) Got no gun but he talking 'bout grabbing it You my son, get you grounded like gravity I'm not dumbing it down for you dummies I floss in the jaws of the feet cause you cavity If you struggling, try me, keep going Shit is hard and I'm already knowing Shit confusing, they talking 'bout going through hell She look up and it look like it snowing Got 'em looking like: "My God!" She did it on camera, go ahead, go and get a tripod Lights off, Firmway chain still glowing, got me feeling like an icebox Nigga these hands gon' go around like a windmill Acting out like Denzel but I'm seeing through you like a windshield It come to the music, they know I'm the man Gassing these niggas, I don't understand "What do you mean, that man is a fiend! Can't you see what he gon' do for the gram?" Got 'em keys like Ray Charles, dropping off pounds like weight loss Do it big like Kaino, like Jay Browne, like Jay Hova No sir, ain't no slave, ain't no token, it's game over Dawg gon' f*ck up my catalogue, battery on my back like I had a charge F*ck 'bout that shit, hope you had a ball, I ain't mad at all You getting money, better stay true, make sure your day ones get paid too Bitch, I'm balling hard Thank God cause I'm faithful and I pray too- Wait, hold up Where the melanin? Where the black girls? That's juvenile, tell her back up A city girl, tell her ack up Bring her packs in, run her racks up Blow her back out, pull her tracks out She stay down, pull her back up I'm in beast mode like Frankenstein time God give me gift like divine sign Soul never sold and I never told, no never drop a dime-dime-dime I'm a cheat code, what is my mind? Give me brain like I'm Einstein Baby like "you fye, fye, fye" I reply "I try, try, try" My niggas still popping them nines And my cousin still coppin them dimes I'm out with my gang and no I don't bang, my cousin still calling me "Slime" And I got the heart of a lion No your music not harder than mine You niggas be following bitches on IG, I follow my heart and my mind It do not let up, and no I don't stop, we aim at ya top-op Them thangs go chop-pa-pa-pa-pa, we aim at ya top-op They want me to lean but me, I just rock, it took me a lot, yuh Them thangs go chop-pa-pa-pa-pa, we aim at ya top-op Woo Roll the motherfucking windows down J-A-Y All I need is my queens, all of my g's, God and my Jesus Y'all been waiting on me? Why you ain't say shit, I'm on G, bruh Most of y'all want to be famous Shift the culture, I see the changes Sacrifices, guess that's what life is Won't leave the way we came in I'm a real rap student of the game, music in my veins Sleep well but you know ain't no comparison Composition book with rhyme back in '09, living in the matrix, young Shawn Marion I was just expressing all the damage I was carrying Lying, I was running from the problems, I'll bury 'em Dad had to leave, only see him on the weekend Parents not speaking, I swear that shit embarrasing ...Couldn't get dap from me, let alone rap with me How you frontin' on me with ya back to me? You ain't got a single song niggas can relate Saying you the king, shit sound like cap to me World is turning, bridges burning, gotta face it This is more than music, this is motivation Holy ghost ain't never going on vacation Every time I grow, you see the elevation I'm just hear to plant seed Olive branches coming from poetry Music who I am, how I know it's me Die and make a difference, oh, yes indeed, uh I'm just hear to plant seed Olive branches coming from poetry Music who I am, how I know it's me Die and make a difference, oh, yes indeed All I need is my queens, all of my g's, God and my Jesus All y'all waiting on me? Why you ain't say shit, I'm on G, bruh Gotta make all the sacrifices Daddy told me that that's what life is Seen Rob at the colder show and I'ma show these niggas what an appetite is Please don't flag on my gang, please don't speak on my name I don't play that game Please don't copy my rhyme, don't be blocking my shine I'm waiting for niggas, dawg Daddy slaved for this, Momma prayed for this Soldiers slain for this, money rain for this Tears and pain for this, 808 the hits Brand new day for this, I was made for this If you ain't about it, you can be about it, not on 10, bitch you know I'm on 8-1-3 I hear a lot of niggas, boy, your sound profile You can search through the crowd, bitch, there ain't one me No drama, war backwards, no condom, need peace but the flow so violent Put their pictures all on a page like a comic The one they wanna be cause this shit is uncommon All I need is my queens-queens, my g's-g's, my Jesus All y'all waiting on me? Why you ain't say-say, I'm on G, bruh Gotta make all the sacrifices Daddy-Daddy told me that that's what life is Seen Rob at the colder show and I'ma show these niggas what an appetite is "Tampa!" "Bay!" "Tampa!" "Bay!"
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