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baby jay - closing statement lyrics

speaking out my life into existence, you my witness
coach put me in the game i wasn’t made to sit the benches
coming straight up from the bottom of the bottom, thats the trenches
opposition got a problem i got the tools for your wrenches

well connected in these streets, my life been nothing short of crazy
once my pen hit these beats, my nights been turning into days see
these rappers they getting lazy, no they won’t ever duplicate me
how i do this sh-t so crazy, no record labels ever paid me
by choice, you mothaf-ckas could never market my voice
i came to f-ck the game raw, and all you p-ss-es lookin moist
i’m like kareem, karl malone or kobe shooting these points
i mix the henny with the gasoline i put in these joints

there ain’t no telling what i’m about to do
cause everything out of my mouth is true
i’ll live forever through my music
a legend what i’ve amounted to

maybe i should slow the flow up
i got this weed to roll up
pour up until i throw up
feeling like i’ll never blow up

but f-ck that, i keep it g won’t ever hear me on your radio
cause half y’all favorite rappers bout to turn into uhh where’d he go?
you signed a deal and got f-cked, so don’t compare me bro
half of y’all ain’t even real, the other half of y’all can barely flow

and if the shoe fits then wear it, you a industry parrot
you get your money 30/70 you should be embarr-ssed
your bosses boss got a boss, thats how the 4 of you share it?
but it’s all good because you got a chain thats 24 karats?

man thats goofy, but do your thing ain’t nothin to me
i make music when i want don’t need n-body to stu me
i write the song, record it, mix and engineer it truly
free time i turn your girl into a groupie in my jacuzzi

telling me all your stories, i swear she be talkin loosely
let her know i don’t care, just throw it back and seduce me
i put this weed in the air my phone capturing movies
turned her out and sent her back because her att-tude bougie

but f-ck a b-tch, we here to talk about you on some sucker sh-t
and how i’m here to tow the game i brought the truck with a hitch
i got a drive that don’t stop, you need some luck with your pitch
every song i’m 3 for 3, your single stuck on the bench

and i don’t meant to sound c-cky, but put yourself in my shoes
i been working 7 years to prove myself while they snoozed
you blew up off one song with nothing better to choose
i been dropping double features because it’s better in twos

i told myself i’d never lose, my next move i do it better
cause lately the sh-t i write sound like a suicide letter
so anybody who want it i let it ride on whoever
straight jacket in the booth i keep it tight with the sweater

my mood change with the weather, my drugs all different kind of types
i do this sh-t for rap my soundcloud got me all kinds of hype
because they knowing that this that real sh-t, that “d-mn he got some skill sh-t”
it’s too late for these labels, im at the crib and they tryna skype

like hold my d-ck, two times cause y’all was sleep when i started
now i’m the sh-t, they wanna put my cd on the market
but don’t worry, i get my profits independent with my squadron
signed my homies to the team because they riding regardless

this sh-t is crazy thinking back about how far we done made it
we use to dream about these days back when n-body would play it
in a position to change our lives i made my lane and i paved it
so if my time should ever come, just look at what we created

like god d-mn, i need to slow down it’s getting too scary
but i don’t think anybody knows about this weight that i carry
these past months been losing sleep and making sure before i’m buried
i’m going deep until the end like 4th down and hail marys

longevity, these boom bap beats they get the best of me
lyrical showcase in every verse you know the recipe
we in a different league, theres no chance you sitting next to me
72 bars it’s just a sprint how i finesse the beat

while i ride sh-t out, i hope you know i’m not playing
i move my pen so crazy quote every word that i’m saying
lightyears beyond my age my soul ain’t open for payment
i’m bout to die a f-ckin legend how i’m closing this statement (x2)

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