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jet trawick - stax lyrics

[hook]
tired of all this auditioning for the side dude
position, you tripping, you gotta think that you badu
i’m three stacks, retire with seven plaques, my stats maxed, you better than me? homie, that’s not true
achoo! we blessed to be here, my ex with green tears
i’m next to pop, not you
achoo! no simping this year, i’m gifted, sincere
if i’m not one, i’m top two

[verse 1]
too ready, might bebop but i’m rock steady
side girl got a bottom, my main top heavy
i put the kan… and the fetty in confetti
ye reference, i stay repping, my pay steady
eight seconds, i break records, i make pennies
very pretty, never even been to this city
you playing checkers, stop playing with me, i’m way busy
bought a couple tickets, debating on who to take with me
backstage, front page is a fun day
getting to the point where productivity’s mundane
made caleb my dame dash, evade tax
run the tape back, son, don’t f+ck up the feng shui
untamed, unattainable, unashamed
underpaid and underrated, i’m outraged
tryna blow up in 2020, got no connection
unaffected, go undetected, it’s up direction
jetta
[hook]
tired of all this auditioning for the side dude
position, you tripping, you gotta think that you badu
i’m three stacks, retire with seven plaques, my stats maxed, you better than me? homie, that’s not true
achoo! we blessed to be here, my ex with green tears
i’m next to pop, not you
achoo! no simping this year, i’m gifted, sincere
if i’m not one, i’m top two

[verse 2]
these rappers talk about they punches like decapitation
like congratulations, you’re good at using imagination, while a tad abrasive
i’m good at making sh+t up too, like oh man, somebody is better than me
see? that is absolutely untrue
matter fact, i could punch you for capping
you ain’t dicaprio status, brother so quit acting
to all these trash wave riders b+st+rdizing my passion
you better grab yourself a shield before you come at the captain
blackbeard, no jack sparrow, i lack any compassion for you rappers
the son of satan, my mother’s mia farrow
i want skulls, and blood, and bone marrow
they don’t recognize that i got sk!lls, i might go feral
see, i’m the king of any genre that i choose to rock
i pop a n+gga, rap him up, and toss him off the nearest dock
if you think you up and coming, you should prolly check the clock
osaka time, think otherwise and promptly lose the right to talk
balk and see you lined in chalk, holes inside your sternum caulked
exterminate you vermin, yearning for another line to cross
let you see the way i walk, i’m on your grave like jerry rice
i’m picking six n+ggas for my list, and imma check it twice
[outro]
3 stacks
3 stacks
3 stacks

- jet trawick lyrics

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