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school
If you're a grade 9
Join the club
And if you're not
Get out of here bub

My name's Joseph
J.H. Are my initials
In my spare time I throw up gang

Bang or get bang, Life aint gay, straight up D J C play 
On point, use Wales, like girls polish, me well, me shell, Turtle life no snail trail 

Need

off a cool J and do spaz
Maybe I should part your abs too
You ever saw the light and ya stand in dad say
don’t snooze or you won’t make it thru
I be in

the juice? We got the juice!
I got the Juice!
Who got the juice? We got the juice!
I got the Juice!

Juice, by definition call it pole position
Canvassing

pooty tang, but not that runny kind

Grew up bad like Cool J see I easily duz it 
Off that N.W.A. 100 miles n running 
I was an outkast crumbling erb 
In

take my time and just relax
Put me on a plaque
Need to realize that it's Sunday
Okay-ay-ay
God forgive me please didn't mean anything by any means
Forget

Pocahontas
She was like 6 and he was like 40 times mad ain’t it sad she getting slued from her dad
And her cursed by her cousins, her brother on the road for

Snazzle Frazz, music bring soul alive
Jazz and Hip Hop, homage to J5, Busta Rhymes,
Many forget who paved the way
Feels like so much has changed
But

fucking moms right
This music is just a trend for niggas, they do it just to get by

They raps ain't got no substance send they bitch ass to a best buy

the devil
This Pain & Glory
Now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen
By a person who settles for the blind truth
I was sellin'

fire
I take you higher like the notes
Sung by a church choir
Tryna start that fight up
Bra my goons stay lurking behind ya
Worship messiah but I keep

corner store door chime /into any business u deem as mine I talk as if my line been compromised/by that  crew j Edgar Hoover assembled/my onsomble resemble

Frankie's Last Mexican Showdown
Written by J. Marty

Here I'm lurking in this ruined church at the border to Mexico
Frankie needs to ride through

Family lived out of a car
Mom was addicted to the hard
Allergies had me fucked up
Before I knew what drugs was
Lady in the church bus said my eyes was sus

fucking
Ca, ca, ca, ca, ca, ca, crazy I am
Who's crazy (Ryan)
which Ryan's crazy (I am)
And by crazy, I mean you're not the same kind of poop-stain I am

no amount
Ballerina dance turned trapping hands, church choir voice giving sloppy head
Innocent girl perform oral sex, nigga like me really really rich

us in all kinda ways

Broken dreams
Broken homes and families
Then there's droughts and famine
Church is too religious

Judgement and division
We

Luci goes to church on Sunday
He loves hearing tales about the good old days
Sits right next to J thrilled by the sermon
Chanting old tunes about

our main ear so near his voice we hear it
Don't worry about no threat cause only God we fearing
Mainly to the church is who this song is geared then

cnd the church was following suit, l

Ike we playing spades and there's no rendezvous.

With um you know who, J

Esus ain't cool with these methods

church And my dad is the goat cause he did it first
Talkin bout writin dem hits
Vocals smooth like prince
Then got inspired by my bro
Like I can dooo that

I'm about to go in, speak it in existence Look in the mirror now, I be existing
I smoke a J now, now I am feelin' lifted Tellin' myself that I am God

put a opp in a hurt
Fuck body, we got it the worst
Face shots to that nigga, the church

I lit up this nigga on alert
See them kids do this bitch in

My white boy yeah he put niggas in a hookah pen
Feel like a bae-bae kid told the plug I need juice again
Seen a scammer get scammed by a scammer