Lyrics:
Oh I guess I’m Lebanese cz my anger can go crazy
Think I’m also French cz my wine can also be tasty
West and from the east , there’s no chance for
to focus on the doom
So I'm practicing to stand up tall and focus on the truth
World does not revolve round me
But I'm distracted by my dreams
Don't even see
Wales Christian Bale flow going psycho
Most these rappers Jack’s son you can call me Michael
J Higgz possesed by Caesar I’m going Bipo
Unstable tables
grab a pack of breath mints
Ya’ stink and that mic don’t deserve it
Just put it down son, c’mon it isn’t worth it
Do yourself a service, I’m comin out
plenty ways to skin a cat, I'm taking all nine lives
Yooo, stay in your bubble bro, if you try poppin mine
You could maybe pop me nine
It'll only turn him
you've heard, I've went further and read it
I earned this myself, Im by no means indebted
Now moments are captured, abducted and netted
Competitive nature
constant, I held it near and dear
J-Live's wit had me grinning ear to ear
But I never would have known, owe it all to peer-to-peer
When my AudioGalaxy was
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
know why y'all even talkin' to me
I'm just tryna make good songs with my boys
At the end of the day though it's all just noise
Another day that I live
what whooooooa
Its like I'm Nore what what what what whooooooa
This is the story what what what what whooooooa
Not many rappers could rap like this
silent, I'm telling my story
Yeah, yeah
Take a walk up in my J's
I bet your feet hurt by the time you hit the stage
Doing all this work and still you
In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop the floor on a noose
used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia
Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche
Feeling like I'm going off
used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia
Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche
Feeling like I'm going off
your biggest rapper, he only got one (uh, yeah)
I can go money for money with your biggest rapper, but he ain't got none (go, go)
I'm the only thing
time
That if we battled at 10, get there by 20 at 9
I'm as heavy as Spawn, Esoteric savage be
I'll spit bars at rappers like a chocolate factory
live wrong but I'm paid to write
It never had to be this way
But you twisted my arm
And you forced me to flex it on you
Now I got to prove
The truth
died, my partna just died
Nothin' else to do but get high, fuck
I'm 'bout to pour out some liquor
I'm 'bout to pour out some lean
I got blue cheese
and struggle by myself
By myself, by myself
Winning is my motivation, i put them losser on rotation
I can not show you where i live i never post the location
I
I’m sorry
Riding round getting to the cheese I’m balling
Rappers mad I charge for the feat well don’t cop it
Bad bitch asking where I be she bossy
Bad
Something that I noticed, the world spinning like Pirelli's in it, be the closest
Circle of trust, feel the rush like I'm brisked up with R.J
'Cause I'm so fuckin' great
The greatest from the 808
But with J, there will always be food on your plate
If I did a tour, I would sell out every date
the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette
I'm from the crew called Jurassic
Stretch like elastic
Live and on plastic
Step and get that ass kicked
soundin' the same
I'm excitin' it when live on stage, when reciting
Enlightening, frighten lightning, throwin' thunder in chains
When I first came, I gave
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