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Ayy, yeah, yeah
Jay-Be in your area

Trippin' off this drank and it's making me weird
Only 17 but I grew a f*cking beard
Used to get mocked now they only f*cking cheer
My destiny was foggy now everything is clear
Trippin' off this drank and it's making me weird
Only 17 but I knock a couple beers
Used to get mocked now they only f*cking cheer
Yeah my destiny was foggy now everything is clear
Clear, yeah, clear, yeah
So clear yeah, it's so clear yeah

On that Jesus flow yeah we leave em crucified
Bitch I got that Caeser's dough, no hustle on the side
Hope this message seepin' slow cause the Reaper be in tow
If you buy, sell or grow might as well tell a foe
Your deepest secrets, where you frequent
Leave you holey like a Deacon
And I'm bringing back the beacon
And the motherf*cking feathers
Predator touching down like f*cking Carl Weathers
Sacrifice, Al Dillion, bitch I'm gone, play it long
Burn it like its Vietnam, bet you'll never see the bomb
Only catch the Fallout Boy, you can't match my all out ploy
Cause you don't know what it is, subterfuge like its Troy
We'll be known for centuries, centuries, centuries yeah
I'm the legend, you're just edgin' being known
When I see them I be prone to smoke a rapper
Turn them to a damn cadaver
And it's magic like its Johnson with the funk like Mark Ronson
This is how we do it uptown

Yeah, yeah second verse slash chorus or whatever the f*ck this is

Trippin' off this drank and its making me weird
Only 17 but I grew a f*cking beard
Used to get mocked now they only f*cking cheer
My destiny was foggy now everything is clear
Trippin' off this drank and its making me weird
Only 17 but I knock a couple beers
Used to get mocked now they only f*cking cheer
Yeah my destiny was foggy now everything is clear
Clear, yeah

Ayy, yeah, yeah
Jay-Be in your area
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Ayy, yeah, yeah
Jay-Be in your area

Trippin' off this drank and it's making me weird
Only 17 but I grew a f*cking beard
Used to get mocked now they only f*cking cheer
My destiny was foggy now everything is clear
Trippin' off this drank and it's making me weird
Only 17 but I knock a couple beers
Used to get mocked now they only f*cking cheer
Yeah my destiny was foggy now everything is clear
Clear, yeah, clear, yeah
So clear yeah, it's so clear yeah

On that Jesus flow yeah we leave em crucified
Bitch I got that Caeser's dough, no hustle on the side
Hope this message seepin' slow cause the Reaper be in tow
If you buy, sell or grow might as well tell a foe
Your deepest secrets, where you frequent
Leave you holey like a Deacon
And I'm bringing back the beacon
And the motherf*cking feathers
Predator touching down like f*cking Carl Weathers
Sacrifice, Al Dillion, bitch I'm gone, play it long
Burn it like its Vietnam, bet you'll never see the bomb
Only catch the Fallout Boy, you can't match my all out ploy
Cause you don't know what it is, subterfuge like its Troy
We'll be known for centuries, centuries, centuries yeah
I'm the legend, you're just edgin' being known
When I see them I be prone to smoke a rapper
Turn them to a damn cadaver
And it's magic like its Johnson with the funk like Mark Ronson
This is how we do it uptown

Yeah, yeah second verse slash chorus or whatever the f*ck this is

Trippin' off this drank and its making me weird
Only 17 but I grew a f*cking beard
Used to get mocked now they only f*cking cheer
My destiny was foggy now everything is clear
Trippin' off this drank and its making me weird
Only 17 but I knock a couple beers
Used to get mocked now they only f*cking cheer
Yeah my destiny was foggy now everything is clear
Clear, yeah

Ayy, yeah, yeah
Jay-Be in your area
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Writer: James Beaumont
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