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Jazz Cartier

Before It's Too Late

 

Before It's Too Late

(альбом: Fleurever - 2018)


Look
I don't follow suit
My backhand's like Serena when I follow through
I'd end up in a ditch if I followed you
My focus is getting rich and taking care of the clique, oh shit
If I was in the [?] you know where I been
I can name a lot friends that done came and went
And my emotions like "money well spent"
I'm a cold-hearted nigga, I don't ever feel shit (ice cold)
My walls can talk, my phone is tapped
My heart is gold, my lungs are black
My accountant call, my funds intact
I ain't burn no bridge, that bitch collapsed
Off of six stages read the Bible backwards
Get the money out the case and get the title after
No time for surfing tidal rappers
And when I lapse around you niggas, we can cycle after
I ain't even shine the vision on 'em
Had hits and I was sitting on 'em
I get it daily like the vision on 'em
[*Beep*] I got it written on me
I got this spot 'cause you was slipping on it, yeah
And I can never take advice from a broke nigga
I got plenty opportunities to show nigga
It's La Fleur, have you not see the growth nigga?
Wake up in the morning, think about it, then I go get it, oh nigga
No fish around me, I'm not Long John Silver
4th and long and now I gotta shun on niggas
And my momma need a house in Jamaica
Now how I'm finna get it if I talk on Twitter?
Now you boys still won't work with me in the slightest
I just think about it then I write it
I pour gas and ignite it
I got your girls on her knees, if you see me you would think she's getting knighted
I'm tap dancing upon broken glass
My accounts open over draft
As I stumble out the overpass
They upset, everything I do wack
Tryna stop me at [?] I coulda swear my name was Arthur Ash
Heaven's no destination
I'm playing fetch with Satan
I got the world in my hands, watch me decorate it
I fell asleep in the trap, woke up, a blunt on my lap
City's still on my back, I got this sinister vision of how I should be living
I'm no angel momma, I've made some wrong decisions
That's why I'm stuck inside the stu' to make an honest living
My only flaw is women, can't get it robbing, giving, nah
Now this the part where the plot thickens
Headshot 'til I drop niggas
On every track a whole pack listens
Until it made you got a stock vision
Yeah the name is Cartier but that ain't never mean that I watch niggas
I feel the pressure more than ever now
I keep telling myself to settle down
Friends asking for a favor, they was never 'round
Y'all know my time is coming, you ain't even gotta want to say the name, nigga
Cuzzi

Fleurever, Fleurever

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