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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