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Topaz Jones

George David Brandon Jones (born 1993), known professionally as Topaz Jones, is an American rapper and singer. more »

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Twiddle my thumbs I’m ignant 
Should’ve left me where you found me huh
Profit off my pigment 50/50 split it (okay)
I just brought my niggas to make sure you was on up and up 
Mike run 4.3 what the f*ck I feel you looking down on us 
All that shit you talk let my name slip out your mouth 
I let it slide cause I want shine and move up out my momma house 
I told myself just one more time I’ll punch him in his fucking jaw 
There go my ride I’ll pay that fine I’ll get there slow I’d rather walk 
But It wasn’t all bad, Kendrick said I got it 
Frank helped me with butterflies before a show so what you call that 
Legend in the making get back to my basic 
Me and Joe go back and forth we whip our foreigns around baker 
Baby shake the world up started with our hood first 
George and Leonard made me you take credit for my growth spurt 
I know you might hate it thought you saved me I was here first 
Can't discover natives, nah let get it shaking 

Trunk space filled up 
Big rims rolling 
Cold drank big cup 
Baby what you holding 
Shell closed Buffalo damn what’s open 
My mind somewhere my soul open 
Trunk space filled up 
Big rims rolling 
Cold drank big cup 
Baby what you holding 
Shell closed Buffalo damn what’s open 
My mind somewhere my soul open 

I used to feel like it wasn’t no space at the table for me 
Til one day I was able to eat off they plate and it tasted like me
No I ain’t signed to a label but they know if I drop a tape it's a major release
You making me sneeze, allergic to herbs except for what burn in this paper my G 
Take my tiempo, I’m finding my tempo
I grind like a pestle inside of a mortar
No more bravado we bored of
Hearing bout how niggas shine like menorahs
Or really Kinaras reminded of how once my momma had forced me to celebrate kwanzaa 
But that didn’t stick, cuz in the 99 n 2 thou I was Juvenile more than conscious 
Cash money on my mind bitch (ha)
Outkast going rhombus (hooo)
Whole squad rocking fake yellow gold ropes niggas look jaundiced 
Peace sign on my myspace told em sound off in the comments
I ain’t kept a damn thing I had back then except my promise 
My palms itching, got the monkey pox 
Stack of Hundreds make the rubber pop 
Busta buss it’s time to cut the locks 
This light of mine 900 watts 
This idle mind write a bunch of plots 
But the Big Dipper stirring up the pot 
Now I’m cheffing out here serving everybody 
You don’t get it probably 
Take it from the top

Trunk space filled up 
Big rims rolling 
Cold drank big cup 
Baby what you holding 
Shell closed Buffalo damn what’s open 
My mind somewhere my soul open 
Trunk space filled up 
Big rims rolling 
Cold drank big cup 
Baby what you holding 
Shell closed Buffalo damn what’s open 
My mind somewhere my soul open

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