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jean atem - the shake up lyrics

[verse 1]

gold sk!llets for cold k!llers, and c-ke dealers
my two hands in my coat and my gonads shrivered
i’m moving through like a buddhist in orange suits
and the police trouping the hood i’m still whipping imported coupes
ready to pop, ready to pop (mm)
head in the cloud hand on my glock (mm)
send him a shot, he paralyzed
it’s paradox to my story they telling you otherwise
no chance you gone find a tick on my rollie
no chance i’ma miss, i’m on my kobe
no chance for them hallelujah’s i’m hollering hollo tips when i’m pulling inside the block with a trophy
too good, two black bottles and backwoods
cougars like cat woman i capture
oh look, your plaque hanging, you mc hammer i’m in the cut with a crew cut and a camera
oh man it’s another record again
oh man i’ma about me pull some strings
the kid came with a clip
and your clique can’t get a gist
see you chris tucking the chain, you a chump claiming a crim
king tut with the carrots, look bricked up when i swing
and i’m still f-cking the baddest, she sitting pretty for real, haan
new year new shit dawg
i been talking bout the shit that you ain’t with dawg
i been moving through the city like a mother f-cker prince
gold chain got a youngin with a limp dawg
woe, real talk real talk
i got em mother f-ckers pissed off
boy i’m cooking like a chemist with the words, young tony montana been working with the sauce
i’ma , rap thrilla, i catch your contact quicker
she blowing k!lla, i let the cognac simmer
they really trying to be the shit that you ain’t trying to be, i could smell it through the jealousy, they act bitter
man i’m in here, straight crack for your dealer
the chain jigga, i’m still a, trend setter
oh i got the keys to the villa, homie said he got the keys in the villa
man i got a european she vanilla, and i park it in the house straight heat for the winter, woe

[chorus]

on my momma
they watch me run up with my shottas
i told my city i’m the one they chose
but i ain’t do it for them commas, yeaaa

[verse 2]

every time i do recognize, that the damage drifted i try
to control my drive and my pilot won’t pull the breaks and then i’m
going 95, and i’m frightened to find the feelings i hide
in the functioning part of freedom, that’s either dead or alive
my lil brothers step with a strap and the second i set my eyes on the picture, pieced with the vintage
i’m venting so vizualize my advantage i give advice with a vanity on the trial
and i’m piling money for days but i probably won’t spend a dime, oh no
if do it for the money i’ma do it different
i’m just doing myself f-ck how they all did it
being true to myself i’m on that john lennen
ball hogging, don’t p-ss and don’t dribble
you’ll targets, all wrapped in gold brittle
sugar coated, i took the pen and i pour riddles
now i’m getting f-cked up to my own demo’s
and the bad b-tches rolling up when they roll with us
i’m lit, no ceilings and no feelings
uh, i’m going back to my routes
i’m going back a few chapters to get you b-st-rds confused
i told em back a few shots of black in the back of this booth
so we could go platinum with smiles and practically brag while we do
i got the meanest in my demeanor, look
i wrote a 16 sweeter than diabetes, at 15 that shit was a flick triggered by demons
i’m slick switching my flows, you slip quick when you see us
that’s slit throat when you talk, so don’t come here with no bs
overconfident still underachieving
but don’t be doubting shit, i ain’t done with you either
you ain’t like me but i don’t f-ck with you either
and i ain’t physic if i don’t trust i leave her
they know the name when they see it, believe it

[chorus]

on my momma
they watch me run up with my shottas
i told my city i’m the one they chose
but i ain’t do it for them commas, yeaaa

- jean atem lyrics

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