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j-yak - the last intro lyrics

i got some dreams, and i got some fight, and i got some goals
and i got my team, and i got my wife, and i got my foes
and i still believe that a verse i write just might be gold
so they give me grief and i don’t think twice, i just reload (x2)

o.d
old me, played the smoke on the slope of the stack
by the rosemount track, or the dope out the building, yelling “don’t hold back”
cause i float like a raft–anecdote for the half–ss villains
all alone, get the fap fap feeling
from the fanbase, that jack yak’s building
never know when the blat blat, k!ll ’em, hit the floor
and it feels like…
everyday we get p-ssed up
it’s like everyday you get knocked down
it ain’t everyday you get back up
but i did that, and i still get asked
if i’d take it back, all the thrills and cash
you know.. pills and dabs… you don’t k!ll for that
you get k!lled, when the line spills, feel the crash and hold up
when i was 12, i thought that hoops would make me giant
now the valley holds me up as high as tyus from this rhyming
and my school tried to play me for the fool, i didn’t buy it:
opened up for hoodie allen when i’m better, don’t deny it
i stopped caring if they don’t like me
picked sperrys over those nikes
transparent, yeah i stay type b
cause they either love me or they wanna fight me.. alright
i swear this be the line they wanna see the kid define
they ask me why i’m leaving–guess that every reason doesn’t rhyme. still i…

o.d
old me, played the coat on the spoke of the rack
getting worn out, bored from this rap
what you know about jack? jack sh-t, sh-t sack
sack lit, hit dabs, dap chick, sit back, act quick
get mad and don’t laugh a bit
i’m barry bonds, all my records get asterisked
i ain’t the same old pacifist, i grew up now…
they wanna say i blew up now
they wanna say “he’s from our town,”
they wanna take claim. well i can’t complain
my god gave me a brain, my mother gave me her wisdom
my teachers gave me advice, i’d be nowhere if i had listened
my dad gave me his word, my lady gave me her hand
this life gave me a family, this rapping gave me some fans
so i swear this be the line they wanna see the kid define
they ask me why i’m leaving, guess that every reason doesn’t rhyme. still i…

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