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jessy say'na - relay lyrics

[verse 1: jessy say’na]
if only you knew the work i put and the money i saved
i’m out here, i’m running all day
f-ck tryna be broke, with these notes i double up pay
from downtown, i’m coming upstate
i love the music, music gets stuck on my brain
the flipside of bunning all day
is tryna make a hundred bags in three or more ways
i stack grams in three or four days and put that away
when i get in the door, i’m settling scores
like where’s the gatekeeper? shut up
see, we never need any of your influence
but i’ll give man a penny for thoughts
and the whole team tryna get the belly, of course
i say’na so i’m letting ’em talk
underdogs stay under, green ghosts defeat most and
strike like thunder, light, i’ll bun ya

[verse 2: ten dixon]
yo, i’ll f-ck up everyone’s night
think that i care? no, i don’t give a sh-te
went to the stage show, then it’s too live
when i said wave, man are like “he’s hype”
spat the new ones, they were like “nice”
“how much for the bars? you’re tight”
two hundred bags, my g, it’s fine
if you’ve got a problem, ring my line
screaming out “bun you”
so many things wanna undo
no lie when i say this spliff will slump you
man wanna kick like kung fu
wave, real talk
he ain’t got drive, that’s his fault
man tried to stab me with a likkle pitchfork
pagan ting so we call that fat pork

[verse 3: esskayy]
yeah, who’s that fr-ssed out yout from the south? (ls)
badman pon the mic, man (yes)
bun dem man, dem man wanna move
like their moves make sense but it don’t
you wanna talk like smoking a spliff then joking
is the d-mn motive? (f-ck that)
dem man are not bad from one track
i don’t know what they packed in their riz
poured in their cup
whatever they potent got a man f-cked
talking like he’s relying on luck
till a man get bucked by a young buck
jah know man that are fully on stuff
j dot and rd are fully on crud
while i’m on job tryna break down buds
dem man are tryna go halves on the budweiser

[verse 4: rhimez]
i can’t take sh-t from an -rs-hole
slapping idiots hyping up
i’ll light him up, i’ll treat him like charcoal
no, i can’t let a yout think he’s levelling me
i’m a tower, you bungalows aren’t close
all games aside, i will gourmet your pride
if you try match with me, we aren’t clones
you can’t catch my wave like the bar’s closed
you can’t catch my wave like you’re surfing on pavement
you can’t f-ck with my lyrical ability
or even come close to my vocal arrangement
cuh i go to work like suit and tie
that’s why i’m ill, not the mucus type
i mean i spit sick on a ruthless vibe
so when it comes to bars i get a
perfect ten like two times five

[verse 5: pawz]
look, i make music and i’m gonna make it a living
fam, even vapour was skipping
but man will just sit and say that if it’s change or it’s different
that it’s nothing like jme or shh-whoa
fam, i don’t buy that
you ain’t gotta rate what i’m spitting
but i stay with the greats, i’mma play my position
roll there, you [?] with the rhythm
come mayday, catch a beyblade
but check out the new ting, i’mma copy max
all these new mcs say they’re shotting in the trap
man are coming from the re-up, i was not in from the back
telling tiffany my hitta said he wants to mash, so
hollered your white friend, put her in a cab
with the four gs, [?] for the stack
[?] with the four gs on my lap
yeah, everybody’s on something, tell ’em to relax

- jessy sayna lyrics

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