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noartistnameblankaccount - j's on my feet lyrics

-intro-
yeah, oh yeah, this that sh-t that you ride to, gxp sh-t baby, get high to. ha,ha. yeah, oh yeah

[hook:ceemerk]
i got these j’s all on my feet, n-gga i’m a g
middle finger out the window like, f-ck the police
(x2)

[verse 1: ceemerk]
but lately, i’ve been on somewhat of a temporarily distant adventure
wondering when i’m enter the game, i’m hoping that somebody see the potential
why they don’t want to let go of my past, but fall victim to the future
ceemerk tha livin nitemare am i coming to get you, or to the rescue?
punishment of god, wondering how a lightening bolt comes thundering down
from a cloud, and quickly reaches the ground
right in front of where i’m standing. what are the chances of that happening?
critically acclaimed in a game you could not compete with
literally insane off the chain, an insane asylum pretense
like you could really defeat me, come on let’s be honest
instant replay rewind my life, and you’ll find that i’m just
constantly moving forward, translation, i’m coming up
put the gun up, and i got these n-ggas jumping up, like double dutch
nineteen steps ahead of the game, and i’m about to take my twentieth
sicker than ever, more better than all of these pests, i don’t think i can stomach this
them j’s got them mother f-ckers sick right about now, but anyways

[verse 2: ceemerk]
i’m a g, on the creep in the streets, that’s where i be
where i be, is where i be, and where you be, is not around me
and i got money, like i won the lottery
got to get my dough, and i got to get my cheese
blow a couple blunts, smell the kush, in the breeze
new car off the lot, and i got to grab the keys
and you know me, that boy cee, get up on my level and step up
i’m ahead of the game, and you can’t catch up
every verse i spit is potential for the best of
paper stacks taller than tetris
check this, i’mma take you to school real quick
it’s all about a dollar, before a b-tch
stay true to yourself, and don’t ever snitch
no time for slips, cause i got to make chips
forget these chicks, man i’d rather be rich
get a little throweder as i take another sip
spit a hot sixteen and make another hit
similar to the hulk, you don’t want to get me p-ssed
cause i got these j’s on my feet, and your -ss might get stomped out right about now
you know what i’m sayin, but

[hook:ceemerk]
i got these j’s all on my feet, n-gga i’m a g
middle finger out the window like, f-ck the police

(x2)

[verse 3: ceemerk]
i got a top notch, first place, heaven sent flow
and i’m fresh as can be, but that’s irrelevant tho
everybody like, d-mn, he only twenty-one years old
and he carry himself, like such a professional
but you can’t help but stare, at a shine so bright
every time you see him rap, see the light in his eyes
and a spark of the thought from the heart, with no lie
because you know i speak the truth at all times
that’s why

[hook:ceemerk]
i got these j’s all on my feet, n-gga i’m a g
middle finger out the window like, f-ck the police

(x4)

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