Lyrics:
I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake
I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy
With a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it
sinkin' in the quicksand
Created by the keeper of time
Cast aside by using ancient tricks
That changes your state of mind
They got you catering
Fine land, New Jersey
Found land stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but
Sun scorched pastures in
Nineteen-fifty-three
Fine land, New Jersey
Found land stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but
Sun scorched pastures in
Nineteen-fifty-three
(HEY) The dream is dying
(YEAH) I Probably should stop trying
All the shit I used to love
Is not enough
I'm haunted by the past
Ghosts in party masks
nigga that's gon' come with me
I'm on Roc Block with a new Semi
And a blue Bentley, it do one-sixty
Smoke a lot a of weed like fuck kidneys, put
By the code, the game a decade old
I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl
I don't watch soccer, but I like the jerseys
They
disappears
Slept one time in New Jersey
By the side of the road
And I thought about your warm heart
As I shivered in the cold
Now I've stayed in fancy
hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
I'm in, new sneakers
Deuce seaters
A few divas
What more can I tell you?
Let me spell it for you
I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at candles
Are we on the radio dukes?
Aww yeah, give it to me
At night I can't sleep
I'm tossin'
see his demons in empty hallways
I trip to make the fall shorter
Fall quarter was just a tall order
And I'm hungry, I'm just not that thirsty
jerseys I'm a throwback mess
I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full court press
So momma toast your glass while I'm countin' my cash
'Cause every
and see-T
Arkansas, Kansas, Carolinas, Jersey
Michigan, Oklahoma, Seattle, Tacoma
The niggaz gettin harassed by the laws in Mexico
Missouri, Arizona,
hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
I'm in, new sneakers
Deuce seaters
A few divas
What more can I tell you?
Let me spell it for you
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
school shit from junior high
One, two, three, four
Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
laugh and the fact we're so close
It's illusion but it's magic
No tricks involved
With you I got it all (With you I got it all)
[Chorus]
I'm in
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts and dream crime
My room like
Big Mike, the new baddest bitch in the game (yo)
She go by the name of Nicki Minaj
Let's get this shit poppin' (ayo, Fendi)
Playtime is over
I said hello I think I'm broken
And though I was only joking
It took me by surprise when you agreed.
I was trying to be clever
For the life
Face lift and makeshift spaces
Invest the rest in a number 25 Knicks jersey
Grass is greener in Pasadena or Catalina by the water
Where the overlap
full of niggas with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip
the sirens goin' off, we had to diddy-bop
Yoo, yoo, I mind my business every day, but somethin' seems to happen
I'm from New Jersey, where we all accustomed
still look fly
Dancin' as we shootin' up
And lootin' just to get by
(Ha) with your feet on the air and your head on the ground
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