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jay corleone - from the soul lyrics

[verse 1: jay v]
heart racing
my angels still fight with satan
but this battle keeps me confident
concealed inside is c-ckiness
i been c-cky since
vegas been my residence
and fam put me onto cash
so now im loving presidents
my presence is divine
like sacred temples
praying omen
momma told me never dry where i was once soakin
or in other words
listen when ya elders speakin’
i was dumb so forgot the knowledge by the same weekend
i dried in the area where i absorbed knowledge
imagine this young rapper dorm bound
college
scholarship chilling no fees for tuition
insight is a gift
so knowing was never given
trying to be meaningful, have a purpose on this planet
god explains in time
so patience leads to understanding
demanding these labels sign me
nah
praying these labels find me
cause once i make it
my fam got reservations for island resorts
jamaican cuisine
vacation after vacation
only sad part is i won’t be in that same location

[verse 2: jay v]
but back at it
i gotta focus for fettuccine
to see this green but never, ever get greedy
i admit i’m needy
in need of sleep and beat for the tape
that’ll make me snap
possibly just catch a break
make it like i wanna
stack this cheddar like i gotta
for my friends, fam i spit hot sauna
or summer sun
heated burger on the bun
however you wanna describe
the lyricist with lyrics literally keepin’ god alive
and though my flow young my tongue still spit
with the aggression of a chopper
stop ya holding it
drop the burners, run the fade
just don’t k!ll ya brethren
live while we separated
like we was in the motherland
africa, where the roots runnin’ the deepest
and the hills h–rd the weakest
we glide over hills
so now the kids wanna be us
take the easy route
but imitation, never proud of it
unless ya lazy and never motivated
but vegas sinner luck is always contemplated
cl!ck clack! he dead, no contemplating
when satan in a room full of demons battling death
cause angels at they necks and inhalation
before doom
exhale at annihilation
i’m hitman with a trace of hip-hop
on my list of to be k!lled
#1 is 2pac
and 2 shots fired now biggie dead
3 shots fired
eminem shot in the head
and if i shoot anymore at some point ill reach a point
where im the last on my list
somewhat like a finalist
except at the end of this
my life ends with a bang……….

- jay corleone lyrics

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