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mazie mcleon, j.r. ( just real), genesis - skylight who? lyrics

[verse 1:mazie mcleon]

new orleans, new orleans
n-ggas bout them h-rnets
roaming in the forest with goldie locks porridge
k!lling different dynasties and knocking down your fortress
driving in the porsche with four chicks, who want me
hungry, and wack dynasty can be the lunch meat
hungry, eat wack rappers who ain’t actin’ right
matter fact wack rappers never fit my appet-te
you just a woman in a room full of n-ggas
gladys knight, dressed in black and white, that’s the image
and women only run after n-ggas with six figures
and b-tch women only get n-ggas to get in em’, wh0r-ishkin
n-ggas sleep with women in the forest
but, i’m from new orleans where n-ggas never snorin’
and wack n-ggas always look foreign to a real n-gga
dope like a pill popper, do it real proper
never heard of me giving surgery to an ill doctor

[verse 2: j.r. (just real)]

i’m from a city where a bullet has no name
two clips for them two lips, who is talking that stupid sh-t?
i’m on a kush cloud, please don’t blow my high
higher then the alt-tude, moon walking on the sky
lyrically inclined, to blow your f-ckin’ mind
give your girl whiplash when i’m hittin’ from behind
you got j.r., mazie, and, genesis
finger f-ck this rap beef your girlfriend who i came to get
and when i’m done you can have her back, skylight n-gga, we ain’t having that

[hook]

brooklyn, brooklyn, your life can get took’en
new orlean, new orleans, where real n-ggas crawlin’ (x3)

[verse 3: genesis]

london, london
n-ggas know where i’m from
p-ssy boy better run
get hit with that tommy gun
tommy never had a mom
tommy had a brother named bobby
and bobby was a double barrel shottie
see tommy and bobby wanted to have some fun
lookin’ for somebody to run up on
d-mn that’s another life gone
what is the world coming to
i just lost my best friend that’s nothing new

[verse 4: j.r. (just real)]

i knew a n-gga name bobby who had a shottie too
he blast up any n-gga talking down about his crew
started of pickin’ pockets, then robbin’ banks
even had dreams of rollin’ through the hood in golden tanks
but little did he know, the feds were on his case
caught him on camera bustin’ n-ggas with that same shottie

[hook]

brooklyn, brookly your life can get took’en
new orleans, new orlean, where real n-ggas crawlin’

- mazie mcleon j r just real genesis lyrics

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