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to close my jacket the air kind of feels colder now
My man J V serenades the city on em keys
As I walk home alone these streets look prettier to me
Than in

saying that she feeling him
Aw okay
We can do this yo way
Call them chicken heads on 4 way
Let that nigga know where I locate
Throw them hooks like j was

to a bee
You wont find another man spittin' words better than me
Because I'm P-R-A-H-J-E-K-D
A.k.a St. George just by the way that I slay beats 
And I, wont

fades to hate
In Tunnels lit by candle light

I see the future see it clear
I understand the message built into the underlying fear
Fear a lion instincts

We good
Yo I need to clear the air Right now for em
You got it misunderstood 
And I don't know how Much long you think you Goin get away with it

producer
P. J. Samuel, gave his only begotten beats to bob the heads of them all"
Can I get an amen?

You in the book now
Come with the hooks how
VPC round

J.Wilds back with another Born Hero beat
I'm losing it,your losing me
I'm gonna use it,and It's gonna kill me

I'm still here kicking back
Chilling

got J-O-B's

Still they make 'em turn around and get down on they knees

Me, I'm screamin' in the house I just won by three

So when I run out

Bird's the word, chase the chicken words stir in the streets
J Booga coming out da mud, his grind dirty as teeth 
From niggas who leech, born in defeat

Black Velvet on a thursday, all clear
Grimme cuz I'll dim out dimwits from below
Leon cuz you took the L aeons ago
Yeah, been doing shit that I wouldn't

dead up on red man
Gimme all yo shit dog
We hittin licks like we hit blunts damn it don’t mix dog
Can’t have the E without the J so I just sip all

kash meetings and interviews 
Coming fast 
Im loading my stash cop me a J.O to help my path clear 
Float like a butterfly stinging em with a jab here

tryna get a milli' and quadruple it
I'm tryna steer clear all that fufu shit
If I ain't touch a bag by 25
I'mma be praying to god and trying voodoo shit

known that behind those blue eyes
Was a liar a cheat man you had me mesmerized
Roll a j light it up it yeah those times were sacred
Never thought that my

bout a bitch
Ima young boss I could still prolly fuck on yo bitch
But I just rather get rich
G I treat the glock jus like it's gay by the way that I put

nobody by yo' side once they send you up that road
That's why I keep to myself and I peep
Want a nigga try to play me like I'm not from "G Street"
Hit some

Stacked on greens, like I'm smoking hella weed
Bad bitches get charged, but I'm more of a felony
Three Mjs' came to fame
Jackson, Jordan, Mary J
Ballin'

show out and I ruin bitches esteem
I'm a real bitch
Fuck with me
I keep it a buck 50
I ride by my lonely, but my brothers in the cut with it
This dick

of emotion where the foulest crowds arouse by commotion
Through a sonic sound I found my devotion
I'm coping with death as of now in this moment
Bound and I'm

my eyes, zina see mama, for you always nita si mama
Kwanza vile we ui-bend low bila ku say so hizo Za J lo zina come down
Turn the lights down low love

is so abused
The girl I dey diet she figga she be the only girl in my life
I can only tell her to hide her feelings by sipping on syrup and sprite
I

friends over the fake ones
That's just how we roll
Roll, roll, roll it up
With the boys and smoke one, smoke two
Miles will hit you like an elephant
J just

1990's flow all I'm 'bout is gettin paper
AR barrel vented leave you on a ventilator
Danger clear and present but I never feel in danger
So my

nigga
Diss the squad ass gone be missing
Cut through baller O.J simpson
Something like katt williams
I stay pimping No popeyes
But we getting chicken
Wish