MAGAZINE

[Intro]

NJ Made It

[Verse 1: Ashbeck]

I'm getting to the cake

I gotta take a slice

I've been on my ish

I'm too on point, I gotta stay precise

Certain bruddas nowadays don't wanna pay the price

You ain't stayed consistent

Now you're slippin'

Like it's blades on ice

In the states, I spent a lot

I'm tryna make it back

Nowadays I'm doing what I like

Believe I prayed for that

I don't think for pussy in my life

I'd ever pay for that

She just pulled up to the crib (Yo)

She tryna make it clap

[Verse 2: Rushy]

I've been out bait face

You might see me in the west

Got a problem with me nigga

Say it with your chеst

CRTZ, I just see her in a vest

Stress 3 cah еvery ting bless

Sex freak, she just want sex

Took her back to mine

She wanna argue

Why you fucking with my head

S3 and Ashbeezy

I ain't fucking with the rest

Think this life's so easy

Spend a day in on my creps

[Chorus: Ashbeck & Rushy]

It's like every time I'm linking with Rushy

It's a mazzaline

I be in the yo

Eating fruit and rolling gasoline

(Crucked it!)

I weren't popping

Now you see me on the cover boy

On the phone to Morgs

Tryna pattern up this magazine

Yeah, with the guys up in North West

I've been getting more swagged out

And getting more cheques

Yeah, and I'm covered in this Gore-Tex

I ain't pay a penny for these clothes at my doorstep

She said she like how I move

Like how the sex sound

Got my afro out

Look like that nigga from the Get Down

Smoke it like Pacquaio

I'm with the Fili's in the ends now

Feds on the block they told me get down

This city man, it's get down or lay down

Mum knew I'll be a bad breed

First time a nigga touched the playground

I've been outside

Running circles round my block like a greyhound

I used to be that little bummy nigga

But, I'm paid now

[Verse 3: Ashbeck]

Uh, yeah we changed up

All that happened is

We levelled up, we on the same stuff

Summertime pouring henny playing J Hus

Feels like it's been a long time since I gave up

Yeah, yeah

In that T-cross

Then we breeze off, weed off and then I ease off

What, I'm steezed off

And I've been hot

Talking bout the bag, big man it better be us

[Verse 4: Rushy]

Feel like it's been a long time since I gave a shit

In the booth

Every other day I'm tryna' make it big

How you copy flows and then you go and take my fits

How your girl copying hoes

What a basic bitch

I ain't ever known nobody to test me

If they test me, they get their head rocked

I ain't ever had a girl call me bestie

Might as well call me Lloyd

I can make your bed rock

[Chorus: Ashbeck & Rushy]

It's like every time I'm linking with Rushy

It's a mazzaline

I be in the yo

Eating fruit and rolling gasoline

I weren't popping

Now you see me on the cover boy

On the phone to Morgs

Tryna pattern up this magazine

Yeah, with the guys up in North West

I've been getting more swagged out

And getting more cheques

Yeah, and I'm covered in this Gore-Tex

I ain't pay a penny for these clothes at my doorstep

She said she like how I move

Like how the sex sound

Got my afro out

Look like that nigga from the Get Down

Smoke it like Pacquaio

I'm with the Fili's in the ends now

Feds on the block they told me get down

This city man, it's get down or lay down

Mum knew I'll be a bad breed

First time a nigga touched the playground

I've been outside

Running circles round my block like a greyhound

I used to be that little bummy nigga

But, I'm paid now