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Jay Critch

Tie Your Laces

 

Tie Your Laces

(album: Critch Tape - 2021)


[Jay Critch:]
Beat-beat-beat
Beat Boy taught me
Jay Critch, hood fav'
[?] niggas, know what the fuck going on
Stupid-ass niggas

Nigga, God gave me talent, I can't waste it
And this dream cost a bag, I can't waste this
Brand new Chanels, got me tying up the laces
When you in these streets, better tie up your laces
Better keep a strap 'cause these streets not the safest
Need a new crib with a M and the safe shit
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of Maxfield
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of [?]
Old Patron, '42, not Patron
She took half of the pill, now she too in the zone
I be getting booted up, still know what be going on
Have the shooter shoot it up, I ain't capping in these songs

[Drakeo The Ruler:]
We don't cap rap
Where the fam finna blow a nigga cap back
Opps get chipped, [?] gon' get backslapped
I just put a hunnid shells in this hatchback
Spin his block, I'm finna hit him with the re-run
Don't even ask about my city, nigga, we run it
Shit leave him swimming with the dolphins, lemme see sum'
This a mop, this a broom, I put the straight on it
Got this [?], that's unfortunate
.223 got niggas looking like tortoises
Couldn't keep up, in these oceans we trust
I'ma give him news channels, seven, eleven or four
Bitch, what one you wanna be on?
Fox? Bitch, NBC? A-ha, you know what I mean?

[Jay Critch:]
Nigga, God gave me talent, I can't waste it
And this dream cost a bag, I can't waste this
Brand new Chanels, got me tying up the laces
When you in these streets, better tie up your laces
Better keep a strap 'cause these streets not the safest
Need a new crib with a M and the safe shit
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of Maxfield
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of [?]
Old Patron, '42, not Patron
She took half of the pill, now she too in the zone
I be getting booted up, still know what be going on
Have the shooter shoot it up, I ain't capping in these songs

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