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jesse janari - islands lyrics

yeah this a different flow

feel like i done been away and i just landed home
why they all get out the way when i get in the zone
you know i say this on record for the record just to put this sh-t on record
if it ain’t about the money do not hit the phone
swear to god there’s just no getting away from it
3 n-ggas run the label, everybody else take from it
boy they bout to pay homage
see they ain’t gotta clue of what i do to get the tape poppin
this sh-t might just over take compton
we done built a city then we put it on a rocket launcher
she gone suck it like a jolly rancher
and then sh-t gets real cuzzo of granddaddy unresponsive
i mean d-mn
you know the sh-t is life or death to my n-ggas mane
divvy up a couple mil for my n-ggas mane
can i keep it real with you n-ggas mane
you know i ain’t doing nothing that you can’t
i mean work hard, work smart
member they would count me out n-gga
now i’m running out of count n-gga
see we gotta weigh the money like a cartel this sh-t getting way to much to count n-gga
i can’t throw this sh-t in no account n-gga
they can feed me everything but doubt n-gga
cuz i don’t really know what that’s about n-gga
young n-gga but i been there done you know, done that
i can push 100 miles on them run flats
yeah i know they see that smoke when i run past
i went from keeping bands on me at all times to n-ggas never hold cash
yeah, now i never hold bags
you know i can’t even hold a grudge
i turned that dream in the cold cash hold that

i told them n-ggas imma work harder, work smarter, go father, than every n-gga i know
see imma work harder, work smarter, go farther, then any n-gga i know
see imma work harder, work smarter, go farther then every n-gga i know
see imma work harder, go smarter, ahh
then every n-gga i know

i’m h-lla dedicated hit the lab right before the service
gotta keep the gr-ss cut got these n-ggas watching for the serpents
flow cold like a glacier you my have to drop below the surface
just to understand my purpose
blueberry og keep the soil full of turpins
i’m in persia with a turban, that ain’t urban
see i hit a city like 100°
b-tch how you sadity you ain’t got a degree
everybody want the fame and the glory sorry
i became the n-gga that you wanted to be
n-gga hit coach-lla give them something to see
then i hit the school give them something to be
heard the people want food, give them something to eat
then write a book about it give them something to read
i mean d-mn this a cold game
they see me bout to blow up like them n-ggas lit the propane
had to feed a couple n-ggas to the wolves ain’t got no shame
boy i’m pac and biggie with the nose rang
i don’t want a slice n-gga gotta have the whole thang
boy my n-ggas want the whole thang
ahh

rest in peace popo
we’ll take it from here

- jesse janari lyrics

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