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svnsvnthree - freestyle w/sonic palace - ms. jackson instrumental | part 2 lyrics

[k-reed]
i’m pto trapping
treat nino like t-to jackson
tryna turn el-caminos to astons, i’m g-ssing
lame -ss n-ggas just flatulent
life is a movie, you don’t need no action
letting n-ggas know i grew up on jackson
blew up on jackson
knew all along i should’ve left you in the past-tense
’cause i don’t hold grudges but i don’t kiss -ss
i saw w-ssup in p-ssing
i don’t miss friends who disappear like magic
just to let you know, if it can happen, it’ll happen
just let me know next time
but, when i’m writing my next line you gone need four napkins
i swear to god i’m blasting off
my n-ggas quick to grip pipes tight until they bust like i’m jacking off
i’m planting seeds, let my wings grow limitless
never understood why i’m treated like a nemesis
stayed real just to let the fast people witness it
gave y’all the truth, they tried to play me like genesis
now i’m up here k!lling sh-t, rap game diligent
sending shots out, now my penmanship’s militant
my time in the industry is imminent, i’m… tryna get in it

in a world full of suckers, i get your girl to l!ck me like lollipops
i ain’t tryna figure out if these b-tches gone ride or not
drug addictions come from tensions, witnessing bodies drop
calling bluffs, only hood you come from is your writer’s-block
never had to bag a body, not a dime-bag sold
used to wear hand-me-downs, so i couldn’t bag hoes
been the same my whole life, certain sh-t gets old
ya’ll della reese in harlem nights, b-tch i stayed ten toes
i’m cj to the grove, giving game to the hoes
n-ggas quick to grip sh-t like them d-ck-sucking hoes
no crip sh-t, but they let the bl!ck blood-stain ya clothes
call this clip the popeye, i’m leaving biscuits cold

[demetri]
i’m sorry mama
i never meant to hurt you i promise
i’ve made mistakes done childish things thats being modest
being honest i only saw you so close to flawless
forgive me for forgetting you’re human we’re flawed in a way
i must say, yes mistakes i’ve made mine
even though i am perfect 99.9 percent of the time
i’m lying, trying to brag, boast and stunt
told you b-tches then, by now i’d be who you want
boss and i’m dripping sauce, it cost but it’s free to us
rachets and wrenches, home improvements
i’ll i do is gotta call the shooters, tell ’em move that bus

tell me who you are better than
prove it, show me the evidence
who else gone rep they set on they chest just like a letterman
riding through the city bulletproof like the president
they hate to see me moving up, guess they ain’t watch the jeffersons
why it’s so much hate your heart, you ever question it?
like did you know that you only blocking your blessing b-tch?
it’s getting old, but so am i
which means, i have no time for those who need time to pick a side
i put aside time for the work
i put my blood, sweat & tears in this sh-t
you’ll never feel me when i tell you hurts
ground ball how i came from the dirt
i’m 50 cent online but i swear to god i’m more like kanan in pers
grip the strap like i’m clutching a purse
then let it sing like the lead vocalist in a church
i’m on top, you barely scratching the surf
this clip, kick is sick enough to get
these young thug’s out here trying on skirts
this not earth, my mind works on a different level and
all you b-tches i’m better than
no time for relations if i’m dating i’m settling
rather work around the clock full-time and overtime
like i’m mexican
respect the kid, still in my prime but a veteran

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