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jance - 4 brothers freestyle lyrics

easter sunday and i’m spending it wit my daughter
i get her all the time now i’m back cool wit her momma you can see how life work when you living wit out the drama…
my theme song playing your welcome offa moana
my niece in the living room walking around her momma once i come from out the room she instantly started the smiling, ugh, (i love you)
look, the company i keep ah put misery outta conscious
my brotha left the country to live, him and kahmilah
if you mad i said her government name than here my sorry
my little big brotha just hit me about ah target that’s across the whole city from me, but said i got em
he made ah quick l!ck on some sh+t for fifty dollars but i can’t go into you lucky ima accomplice
i already got in trouble before front of your honor
but when life gave me lemons i put inside reyka, and than make ah toast wit the people that admire
when the sun goes down we sitting around ah fire
we roasting marshmallows in put em inside ah chocolate
den press the gram crackers wit steam, you ever ironed your clothes when they get wrinkled that’s kinda what i’m describing
but i just like ta stretch punches like i’m dhalsim, i used where the tank top like i’m guile way before i ever played street fighter
i’m talking when i lived on ardmore around the corner from kyle
when i lived on ardmore and i used to go up to garfield
to work on how i dribble
before it was breaking bad it was malcom in the middle, eating ah bag of skittles
drinking ah crème soda eating 4 brothers chicken…
i switched up but i used to go to the riordans
when this sh+t is real it don’t gotta rhyme
i hate getting into it over ah dollar sign
cuz it’s some people i grew up wit that’s ah opp ah mine
i rather put it in music so don’t n0body die
some people i went to school wit is ether not alive
or they sitting in prison because they got some time
you can stop me from spitting you ever spot ah lie, (that’s what i thought ugh)
n+gga i’m truth like paul pierce, they all watching my live 34’s here
whenever i decide to leave this earth den all my n+ggas is paul bearers, or y’all can cremate me in jars yeah
but den you gotta take me to ocean on y’all trips, sprinkle out my ashes in the water that y’all swim
but until than i’m in the booth like i’m clark kent, i live in kent county f+ck around and put ah bounty on y’all head
i coming down the court wit some offense, i need ah big house by the water ah large fence
i need huge garden for the lady i call miss
i got my whole city right behind me we all lit
i’m pulling out the genie from the bottle why y’all wish
i’ll throw this iphone 11 pro for i call quits!!

- jance lyrics

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