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jay show - 850 freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yeah, jay show
yo, check, look

[verse]
wavin’ through the water in the lamb’ like law & order sv you see the doors up
i know when i come around y’all n+ggas feel the torture
i gave you mad time and still y’all n+ggas haven’t caught up like
usher in confessions but you don’t have to call her
she wit’ a big baller, benz ordered
the way i treat these hoes make her melt and come together like a sorter
irregular money, my sh+t got a disorder
it’s kinda crazy, it wasn’t like this whеn a n+gga was bein’ brought up
section 8, food stamps for starters
now my pockеts look like i move product and b+tches be actin’ starstruck
my jeans cry, mixin’ wit’ the prada, i’m inflictin’ nausea
heartburn, indegestion
you are what you’re surrounded by
that was my favorite lesson
if you ain’t never did this sh+t, i don’t respect your suggestions
mindset is a blessin’
if i was you seein’ me win i too would feel that depression
astro boy without the boots, i’m still flyin’, just in the coupe
it’s like science how that sh+t poof, disappear
and you know, iron sharpens the group so
iron spark in the booth, and hope that y’all n+ggas see the truth
i am here, so now the pressure’s on you
your audience realize you cappin’, they gettin’ clever on you
i keep hearin’ about the hoes and jewels that’s never on you
and they way i end that lifetime is why i’m way beyond you
you peep the irony?
they watch the whole show in its entirety
these n+ggas be employees, app lyin’, it tires me
but me personally, you can’t hire me, nor could you fire me
that’s why your b+tch desire me and everybody admire me
you can find me where the fire be
that’s why this is a hype release
showin’ red, they wanna drug tester, thinkin he jobber he
actually postin’ n+ggas, full sobriety
ironically, n+ggas don’t get as high as me
every time i pull up they can feel the anxiety
they b+tches be eyein’ me, it’s unreasonable
this sh+t feel like tyranny
i’m the, dictator, wrist taker, crib got acres
n+gga, ask yo’ b+tch who she favors

- jay show lyrics

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