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jared (of platinum posse) - almost lyrics

[intro: lakei frisco]
yea you know… this- this rap sh-t, you know
this ain’t a game, man, people be calling this sh-t a game
it’s not a game
we ain’t playing
we ain’t playing
we ain’t playing

[verse 1: jared]
(under the influence?) staying above
the reason you listening is cause i’m catching a buzz
and while you up in the club, i be ripping a beat
but the pay-off is the motion of you tapping your feet
i know you nodding your head, get outta bed, don’t sleep
these fake rap stars like lil’ bo peep
don’t be the sheep
i know you seen the tweets
aka talking cray, tryna claim he’s street but hey

i never drop a body
unless it’s call of duty
i ain’t about the violence
i’m all about the booty
all about the b-ss, bout the b-ss, no treble
rappers stepping to me better know they in trouble
i’ll burn the devil, a cigarette to the forehead
disrespectful, wanna say something? go ahead, i
grip my crotch then i tap your face
(i rap too hot, the smoke’s filling up the place)

[hook]
oh, you think you dope? almost
rhymes as tight as mines? almost
fans across the land, bay to the coast
and you better know
straight from the cape of good hope

[verse 2: jared]
sicker than this ebola bogus, the newest trend
rappers breaking their rules, i’m drake’s newest friend
why am i the best? where do i even begin
nevermind, you’ll know by the time the song ends
going in
tony montana dope, and you better know
straight from the cape of good hope
if a critic go negative i’m bringing it harder
impenetrable, dressing up in samurai armour
i’ll harm ya
cause dog i don’t need no blade to wesley snipe you dude
do you think that i’m playing?
(haha, i am)
i’m mild mannered, but a sicker rapper
i’ve been a wizard with the words since a whippersnapper but
that was back in ’02, son
now i do it for my city, it’s the 021
and i might go haaahn like i’m goku’s son
energy blast a b-st-rd, hadoken them

[hook]

[outro: jared]
back to the matter at hand, jared’s the man
look at the stamina, man
bananas again like a chimpanzee
they can’t see what this mandarin can
i be pan-handling compet-tion
blowing up like i’m demolition
your man jared’s a politician
imma bruise tom cruise if he’s on my mission but-
far from impossible though
tryna get plenty of dough
bakerys making me jealous, you already know
out for the bread so there’s never time for me to loaf
west coast in this building, children
peeps around, but something’s different with them
could it be that little old me
has em feeling like the next victim?
listen

- jared of platinum posse lyrics

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