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jet trawick - country ranch lyrics

[intro: rashad mohamed (jet trawick)]
it’s rashad
country ranch
jelani?
tell ’em what time it is
(okay! j e t)

[verse 1]
call that ‘extra extra’, bet you’ll read up all about it
if you think you’re better than me, jet sincerely doubt it
all these haters mad cause i got water like a fountain
pull up at your house and go to town on your accountant
buy a round but i ain’t old enough to sip it
y’all can quiet down… you’ll wake the kids i’m babysitting
i’m on fire now, i ain’t wasting time, i’ve been tripping
up in old town, patrolling, i’m rolling in stolen civics
y’all are pins and i’m bowling and getting spares off of splits
i could pop you in the back and start consoling your chick
kindergarten, gotta stop you rappers throwing a fit
i’m houdini, captivation ‘fore i show my first trick
on that low life, wearing out a room at the ritz
you salty as a saltine, but blowing smoke like a spliff
i’m gaudy, clean, and built to power through your paltry hits
drink your girl’s milk and still young enough to pair it with trix

[verse 2]
that’s the new school, coming outta country ranch
since ’07 i’ve been rocking twenty dollar pants
still, i sever any plans to take over, run up
punch you in the gut, and smother your eyes with co-rs- sand
are you mad you got demoted and i’m in command?
are you mad the public know you as the dude who bland?
are you mad i ran up in your game and took the land?
are you mad i wrote the money lines before a grand?
got you screaming like a fan
keep it cooking in the vault that young jelani is the man
kicking booty like the foot clan, understand?
keep it underground with the green backs in my hand
and i stab tracks in the heart, murder
get the body white washed like jake in prince of persia
get the prints wiped off, anonymous, i’m a certified beast
circa 2019, riding through city streets, peace

[verse 3]
(j e t) gliding through the air, scratching skyscr-pers
i’m collecting paper like they bottle caps
i ain’t talking fallout, but if so, i got all of that
i’m balling out like brodie, no, i’m trying not to humblebrag
pull up at your house and pop you in the back like bubble wrap
spitting so ridiculous, controllers use their rumble-pack
brother, take a tumble back, i’m much above the mumble rap
show us walking out the bank with seven legal duffel bags
you don’t even want the sequel, jack, you’ve had enough of that
philly like i’m beanie sigel, meanie beating up the track
jay is freaking lethal, b, you under my adidas like a beetle
flyer than a bumble bee, i take the beat and you can run it back
double stuf attacking, better hope i never catch you rappers lacking
situation drastic, make me turn it to a tragic
that’s the boy from philly making it in colorado
this the swallow road flows you wack rappers gotta follow

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