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Jim Jones

Make No Issues Of It

 

Make No Issues Of It

(アルバム: El Capo - 2019)


Shit
There's a list of things I can start with
(HeatMakerz)
And I ain't here to make no issues of it
When we ball, even the feds took pictures of it (Capo)
And I ain't here to make no issues of it (Facts)
When we ball, even the feds took pictures of it

They wouldn't understand, before the 'Gram, what we did in public
I came to your block to point 'em out, like, "What nigga was it?"
Got these niggas hating 'cause these bitches love it
Lover's Lane, they know we love the game, we hit the strip and hug it
Bros before hoes, watch as niggas put a bitch above it
Shit, the Rollie froze, I'm talking dripping, every bit is flooded
I drop stacks out at Barney's
Looking like we at war, I'm wearing a shirt that say 'Army'
Rambo in a Lambo, Valentino Campbell
For the soldiers that we lost we pour Ace and light a candle
And I don't rap for your convenience
I pop war inside a store, right in back of the convenience
And I, I still pack gats above the penis
Nigga neck looking like he practice with Serena
Call my lawyer, I ain't jacking no subpoena
Feeling like Pac, yelling, "What's brackin'?" out the Bimmer
Having nightmares, but Lord knows I'm a dreamer
Waking up scremaing ow my dead lawyer could lean her
Should I go deeper? (Should I?)
Should I go deeper?
Like the one-time when I had the street sweeper
Mad slow, very eager to pull up on a nigga, like
"What you did?" On that nigga like
"Who this for?" For them niggas like
For them niggas like
Fuck the politics, fuck the policies
Don't apply for loans, we ain't got checks for your college fees
The only world we recognize are the tech and the 'nologies
I know Ghostface Killah's like, on these sweats and these wallabees
I'm in your halls with Taj Mahals and some red caps
My country got the gall to be appalled by some red hat
Don't trip, get your panties in a bunch 'cause I said that
I went around with a bunch of niggas that let lead cap
I'm a product of where I'm from, but me and my neighbor are nothing alike
He was a pumper, I was lieutenant and we was both hustling white, uh
Oppositions never changed the customer's price
I was right there for the whole thing, of course we adjusted the price
Now I cop watch and then I bust 'em on sight
Gold Rollie's looking like ace of spades and buckets of ice
Drop a kilo on Cuba and then I crush it with ice
Slow down, young man, please don't rush through this life
These niggas buy Chanel, spend money on lots of fail
Iceberg Smurf, where the fuck is the Gargamel?
My ladies stay drippy, boy back from where?
See Superman having brunch at Bracknell
Nigga, chill, let this whole thing spill
All at your head, couple more on the grill
Want beef with the smoke? Couple more on the grill
I ain't lost a step, y'all better chill

For real
Better chill
Watch it
Watch your step, younging
We just fucking around

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