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jayy grams - deep end lyrics

deep end lyrics
[intro]
yeah
my cup runneth over
look

[verse 1]
i gotta stay calm
i counteractin’ with a fraction of a napalm
it’s down to rappin’, now they cappin’ like the fake [?]
[?] be rattin’, they call the jakes like state farm
i make my mom proud every syllable
+n+lytical with the stroke, though
wifin’ hoes in a business suit [?]
no competition
i’m often whippin’ up the composition
[?] my position, it’s easy to miss the pot to p+ss in
i’m in the back like i’m rosa parks on [?]
my cup is runnin’ and all the water [?] is knee+high
they got me joggin+in’ and i’m scufflin’ with my filas
remember arguin’ in a dusty tee and some levi’s
like, i’m in the dark but, the truth shall come to the light, bruh
i’m [?], tellem send me whoever
then it’s [?]
really, i couldn’t care
a small [?] dunkin’ on ’em, feelin’ like spud webb
[?] say he want to shoot the .60, but he hid upstairs
[?] seemed to always get me, he like, “get up, [?]”
i had my head up, starin’ at all the stars
various different fogs
i keep the grams to himself, it’s imperative to the bars
and i’m a teacher
’cause life is a b+tch and you’re forced to peep her
i had to prove justin credible for the leakers, dude
[pre+chrous]
on the deep end, dude
i’m from a city where you at, you never speak your moods
’cause if you’re worker or you’re trap you gotta keep your tool
you gotta eat [?]
and this the intro to, [?], yeah

[chorus]
on the deep end, dude
i’m from a city where you at, you never speak your moods
’cause if you’re worker or you’re trap you gotta keep your tool
you gotta eat [?]
and this the intro to, [?]

[verse 2]
i had fall+outs with people that gave me the [?]
your hands all out, you used to talk sh+t to my face
your man’s all mouth, supposed to get put in my place
saw me in person like, “ay,” never had nothin’ to say
remember smokin’ at the bando
mouth to the side with the [?] like i’m rambo
now i’m in the sky, takin’ trips to orlando
see my father down [?] once i move to [?], in his position
buy, still, i have good times, [?] been reminiscin’
i spit the grime+based lines, can’t even get the rhythm
[?], doin’ with accordions
now they wanna crowd me like a muhf+ckin’ audience
got the people [?] to my sh+t without recordin’ it
[?] my mom’s future but, she wanted her a delorean
fornicate for forty minutes with your shorty
i’m tipsy, h+rny, a little antsy to get her on me
i build a army [?]
you in the cell, or if you sittin’ at home
i know you feel it, that’s the temperature [?]
i’m glistenin’ gold, my mission [?] a little while ago
i checked the negligence we been facin’ even after the bottle gone
my momma know the real me
a lot of y’all should k!ll me
i been on this sh+t since lionel was [?]
fire it off for thrills, g
no need to be grievin’
lost a shorty that believed in me when i couldn’t even
i’m sorry, i’m leavin’
it’s hard to miss in a pool full of [?]
it’s easy not to run the uk, it’s like the parliament
gotta cease the arguments
i’m thuggin’ in the cardigan
my cup, it runneth over and, my [?], this the start of it
[chorus]
on the deep end, dude
i’m from a city where you at, you never speak your moods
’cause if you’re worker or you’re trap you gotta keep your tool
you gotta eat [?]
and this the intro to, [?] (yeah)
on the deep end, dude
i’m from a city where you at, you never speak your moods
’cause if you’re worker or you’re trap you gotta keep your tool
you gotta eat [?]
and this the intro to, [?]

[outro]
i use the booth as a therapist when i pout, mane
i let ’em eat but, they took a carry+out tray
i’m in the deep, that’s the water, i swear the clouds changed (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i use the booth as a therapist when i pout, mane
i let ’em eat but, they took a carry+out tray
i’m in the deep, that’s the water, i swear the clouds changed (yeah, yeah)
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