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Jalo

 

Jalo

(album: No Mountains In Manhattan - 2017)


Put the white tee on
Ash on it
Ain't ask for this
I ain't ask for the stache come in
When I was young
Now y'all asses wish
Y'all had hair on your chest
You feeling less masculine
Mack within
But pat ain't mack in a minute
Wonder if I'll ever get at it again
I don't wanna be a addict again
Sipping on liquor
Lead me to the baddest of ends
Can't fuck with the fascist friends
Trying' tell you how, what, this, that, when
I wanna do it my way
I don't wanna do it your way
I been up since Thursday
And it's Tuesday
So if I do say so I'm rest with my boo in her new place
On a new day wikset when it's pressed
I won't be mad at the bootleg means they impressed
Does it matter if I do pray
Or how much time I invest
Could they both matter less
Sometimes I don't even know what to say
After the check check check

Ah Ha what's this shit?
How you gonna how you gonna trust this kid?
All the late nights up at Big Nicks
Run up a big check and we out this bitch
Like Ah Ha what he said
I don't give a fuck what he said
I do check check a fuck instead
So they understand every single thing I meant

My liver acting up
Old Pat gotta patch it up
I don't know about how accurate
What I'm saying is
But I know that it's fact as fuck
I spit math you gotta add it up
You spit trash gotta throw it out
Ya'll don't know about
Amount of shit I been holding out
On you on them
What they going on about?
Nah they don't know about the route
We took he shook
You could tell
We look for a look from anybody
They don't wanna give it so we give it to ourselves
Ain't no way in hell gonna end up on a shelf
Rap shit straight comedy honestly
Ashtrays filled with big clips of the bombest weed
Don't know 'bout you but I'ma take a hit
Cause I'm on in three I gotta make due
You expect more
I expect to endure
On anything end up on my shore
If it wash up I'ma take one and I'ma make it plural
Ima do more

Ah Ha what's this shit?
How you gonna how you gonna trust this kid?
All the late nights up at Big Nicks
Run up a big check and we out this bitch
Like Ah Ha what he said
I don't give a fuck what he said
I do check check a fuck instead
So they understand every single thing I meant

Who go the check?
Who got the who got the check? who got the check?
You got the check?
You got the you got the check? you go the check?
I got the check I'm dying to get it I know you're upset

Who go the check?
Who got the who got the check? who got the check?
You got the check?
You got the you got the check? you go the check?
I got the check I'm dying to get it I know you're upset

done

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