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J57:   Product of the Rawkus era, this that LI to Bed Stuy Majors try buy my vision, man they couldn’t lease a left eye Made 6 figures in a day; shooting for a mill Silent in the shadows, I move in for the kill in my Northface Skyzoo: In 40-Below Timbs, uniform for the doe Assume we’re smugglin’ but got it off your boats (Let the horns blow) Let ‘em blow, put the word all out And reword what we heard y’all ‘bout   Skyzoo: The changin’ of the guards all blatantly  I’ve misplaced more than they could ever take from me I’m Freddie Hubbard without the complacency  The horn waitin’ in the holster on the waist for me J57: I could do any style or genre understand me Got a shelf above my fireplace for all my future Grammys 30 albums in a hard drive, eventually drop ‘em all That proves that even if I die that my family gonna ball, that’s a fact J57: One time for the state of mine, that I’m in Vibe high while I visualize Social media feedin’ ya only visual lies Sad facades layered in their dismal disguise I got the answers like Jamie on Rogan Used to be broke and feelin’ so broken Couldn’t leave my bed, it’s like I found the antidote Even my gender’s different now, I identify as a G.O.A.T Skyzoo: Raised by a herd of ‘em Whether or not if you ever heard of ‘em Bet that every word of ‘em came through what I gave you as you were circlin’ Me as the most beautiful of murderers, mirrors and all