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the funk
Step up to the front
No you can’t tell my life
If you had these Nikes
God damn, that boy got a head
And he 20 feet tall, not a flex
You do no wrong,

blasian (Yeah)
NASCAR zoom, got my heart racin' (Zoom, zoom)

Turn around bae and get yo face in
She so different, could tell by that waist bend
Nah, she

bitch I can fuck again pull up a hoe for the rerun
I remember all them cloudy days a nigga just prayed to see sun 
Looking at the dope boys stunting,

(Yea) I'm finna take em back to 1998 to like 2008

Seemed like all my problems started in 2008
Money troubles, eviction notice
Ain't no food on our

of the day I'm just thankful
First for my wife and my baby I'd kill for and
Two because baby I'm built for it that's why I

On my white boy rap shit
Motherfucker stop askin'
Questions in conversations shoulda never been backed in
Try to bring peace
If corny rappers would

back on a loop these new vices meeting up with old life
I sorted em out like varieties of spices
I'm acting out trying to maintain a mentally Fractured

up, line it up, line it up
Line it up, line it up, line it up
Line it up, line it up, line it up
Tell em' the truth directly to they face
Cause no

So we call em Tom and Jerry
On the first day I get rich I'm buy my momma a Richie Millie
Buy my brother a Perry Ellis
2k like a pound of dope, Nigga

it up or thats like givin' up my goal
They used to tell me that my dream was like a fairytale n' all
So I had to prove em wrong, cut them people that

match of the day is
And I stay looking flash for the pagans
And I stay looking fly for the cameras
And I tell a man mind how u banter
So let's get down

In these days
We prayed for Lights
We Prayed for a way out
We Hear the Thunder from God
In the eyes of the storm
We know everything is gone
We here

I'm moving out of the crib to a planet that I call my own
Home of the stoner Xan, smoking by the gram
He ain't picking up his phone, no
Why the hell are

New Jersey Lifestyle

Sudden Death

Fatal Accident Zone

of the nation
In the state with the densest population
The Garden State, where the gardener wrecks it
I tell people where I live by the exit
Joisey, where

Nag Champa

J. Rocc

Thank You Jay Dee, Act 1 Mixed by J. Rocc

check it yo
In this never-ending battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers, MC's
Who request hot shit, I freeze
And tell em where I was rose, we always

can't do it (can't do it)
But my whole team they staying down with a nigga
And the Bang boy til the day I die
And if you fuckin' wit it I ain't witcha

and now we climbing steps yelling up at
Pac I'm still inspired in your death
Somebody tell Nas I'm so admired by his
Depth and the day I meet
Sean I'll

hidin', boy
I'm in the loop, you ain't hard to find
Yeah, I got troops that move
Silently at all times i keep sellin' drugs
I keep divin' deeper all