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jame x lowd - for real (x 21 savage remix) lyrics

[verse 1 : lowd]
flick my wrist cookin’ stew, pick the list choosin’ few and hit the lick bookin’ through
got my name in the news, just laying down some f-cking clues
rep the 3 i pursue, s-i-x rep the view
i got some sh-t to do
lowd with the move, crowd felt the groove and loud in the booth
we making clouds, we making vows, creating tracks we make ’em loud
we’re in the streets felling proud and in these beats we can’t be cowed
rising up with my brothers, tryna make those numbers, making all different sorts of covers
with my boy connor, circle just gets smaller
we keep it vibing, scribing, lighting, reciting and finding b’fore we go harder, then we got wiser
drinks changed as the liquid got darker, things changed as i had no limit, rigid as an armor, livid, sprite got harder
lyrics explicit to show their power, i took a minute but stayed for an hour, lights out still got the power

[verse 2: phe0nix fresh]
catch a girl in the club, got a fat -ss
ya you know she shake it for me, pay her in cash
b-tch, what you want from me, can’t you see it’s the trap
drive away in the ‘rari, ya not the jag
ya come straight out the lab, b-tch look at my dab, sh-t is a slab
sittin’ in the back of my all blacked out g wagon full cab
(ouh)
what you tryna say, take your mans and get the f-ck out the way
no hoe don’t stay
take your sh-t and be out by monday

[verse 3: lowd]
i built some bridges, flicked the right switches, some crumbled to pieces
i went forward i felt the pressure increasing
i went and got some help from jesus, then i got some from g*nius
i try to build around my weakness and started living sleepless, started getting long and tedious, started growing strong it went grievous, started spitting leaving unknowing minds speechless
these b-tches on their knees praying for my fall
this year was only a couple f-cking glimpses so keep on using your wishes

[verse 4: jame]
back when we was younger we were b-mping fifty
now i feel like they ain’t never heard of fifty
i’ve been repping boston since the start, i feel like cousin stizz
i swear that i’ve been real from the start, i never sneak diss
i told her “stop playing around”, i don’t need all these questions, then she started sneaking around, checkin’ my twitter mentions
same ones that pay 30 a gram, are fake flexing on the gram
got the cards in my hand, they don’t even understand
i hear the applause, and i ain’t even lift the curtain
promised fonz that i could make it, and i’m still certain, made it on purpose, it’s different now, mad respect that i’m getting
i used to have to sneeze for a blessing
(get ’em jame)
picture a kid, he could write but he just wanted to spit
it wasn’t easy for him but he had a vision, woudn’t quit
b-mped wiz when he would light up, had to keep his head up
then nadeau hit him up, and now they f-cking sh-t up, for real, heat of the summer, he made a cold deal
kept his knowledge hidden, call that weapons concealed, his shiniest shield
his sharpest steel, swords that could so easily k!ll
he’s just jacking them from deep, oklahoma, buddy hield
russel rob in the sweatshop, d-mn i give him props
only ones who truly believed, the tricks up our sleeves
we ran through so many beats, forgot to eat, i f-cking swear
we wrote for ten days straight, now look what we’ve achieved
everything changed, when my brother started to rap
put jame and lowd in a booth, with some loud that’s a wrap
we put ourselves on the map, for real, our hip hop bags were fat
we rolled that sh-t and lit it, now we getting high as f-ck
we put in work in the morning, andy immigrant truck, the scars on my knucks, i feel the hunger in my gut, not down on my luck
on some lucky charm sh-t, i could give ’em the business
i had to burn mad bridges, i had to show no weakness
back then everything was broken, had to pick up the pieces
never changed what i was smoking, did that sh-t on the weekend
i bring the mail, call me the postman, i got checks that i’m chasin’, young prophet, i’m the future, just a man in the making
jame and lowd put all the hating to rest
bring some “caution” tape, we could k!ll a beat, don’t expect any less
then nadeau hit them up, and now they f-cking sh-t up, for real

- jame x lowd lyrics

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