Jakk Frost - Jam On It (Freestyle) ft. Freeway текст песни

I was dope boy fresh before you was a dope boy
I sold ois boy before camera I made oh boy
With the boys in the hood making dough boy
Oh boy, yiall really donit know whatis life about
But yiall need to let the drug dealersO out
And keep all the rapists in
Keep the vest on your chest so the cops canit break us in
Execution, revolution, my life LED high resolution
If everybody grinding, who snoozing
If everybody winning, who loosing
A lot of you lie on twitter, you a Otry on twitter
To look gangster, to look gid up
Tweet picking your weed up, saying you read up
My young buckis a cop at the O
O young girls still begging me for my time
Hope that my son see my legacy like tron
And Iim, west O you rewind this, O gangs behind us
So Iim not a king, donit call me your highness
But when I throw it on, you can call me your flyness
Warning, little boys donit try this
The louies cost more than your pradas
No cop I got them in Nevada
My job O
I travel, youire a local
I could show you O spit of thatO
Every line is addictive, descriptive, the friends of the Opalm readers ainit O
Can I get a witness, for the murder I wrote, you heard that Iim dope
I heard that youire broke, guess we both heard right
Fly yo medina by the dawnis first light
Then out to Mecca, reO chasingOto make my soul better
Taste your fact, will all make my cold better
Taught my oldest how to stack and hold chetter

That way when the rainy days come, my kids ainit stuck on the block with them dumbs
If itis cold outside, they wonit get numb,
And niggers start banging, they bought they own drums
If itis too quiet, Iima start a riot
Until them I be laying low with the higher
The street life got me on a sucker free diet
High calorie intake, whole team been straight
We gonna ride till the wheels fall off
And squeeze the hot metal till the steel fall off
In the 90is I would spit it till the O fall off
Before use the computer and the internet shooters
Throw back jack 3, we back we, I donit mean just me
Me and O thatis my ninja, jack man battle catch allO
You ainit get it thatis an old head joke,
36 oldOthatis old head coke
Our quarter rounds canit feed my family
You can cut the check and keep that Grammy

So back Jakk 3O maniac of rap
OCanit play me, tough line, canit spray me
Bullet proof O bullets bounce off
Omaster the flow, survive on my hussle
O a new igor, beware, I feed on mcis and I eatO
I bite raps, all you eat is snacks, big macks and O
I will barbeque your O
Yiall mcis tickle me, and your jewelry trickeryO
Stack up my dough so my kids live through me
O I run O big house and a Ono roomies
Othey got a ladder in it
O you all think are bad, weire badder niggers
O whatis party with no dj
Whatis a throwback jack with no freeway, yeah.