Jae Tha Truth - In My Peacoat

Im a match to gasoline
Fuck you mean I ain't hot
Pull up in a drop so hot that it burn down the block
Go call the cops
When I sign my deal ima kill the parking lot
They try to knock then they pull up and pop
Im coming for the top
Whether you like it or not
You try to stop they pull up on 2 wheels
And hit em like Spreewill
No boundaries like he will
Let em know we trill
I do this out of my own free will
Ill fake a deal to make sure the business is real
And if you caught fucking around
Then they gone find you in the fields for real
We got some bricks from the Ville
We gotta unload in the hills
Careful how you speak thats why my lips are sealed

Careful how you speak tho
Or thats a rico
Yeah they don't know
Hammer in my peacoat
Amigos my foreign vehicles
I need me like 3 of those
I need 3 or more a show
Just to show and flow then collect my doe
Then I go ghost and it's Vaminos
Adios pull up in Audi's yo
So you can hear the audio
Run it no cardio
Gotta watch for Uno Dos
No more cubic zircons cuz my cubans froze

Get it while it's hot
Whats the point of being last of the lot
When you tryna win the pot
That'll thicken the plot
Thick as this thot tryna bust it tryna get to the top
Cuz I got a couple knots
Slim Pickens Ball out like George Pickens
I'm just built different
It's my time clock ticking
Time Is money No stopping business
You with it I'm with it
No backing down or quitting
It's really how we living
Why they livid Im timid
Why share the vision
When you ain't gonna see the image
Moneys in the ceiling pimpin
Sensors built-in don't trip them
Off with a limb then
We got them rackets no Wimbledon
Pull the triggers in
You'll hear the wind whistling then
No attention Not a mention for them
What's that gonna do except benefit them
They not a percent I'm counting percentages
I'm talking Benjamins and whips with the dark tent
Can't see your way in
No telling what hammer we carrying then
It don't make no sense
It's like I pitch and they don't make no hits
You get the hint
Im fresh I'm mint I'm hard cement
This took sacrifice like I gave it up for lent
Or 800 for rent hit your block up and spin
Make sure it won't happen again
Like I gave it up for lent or 800 for rent
Hit your block up and spin
Make sure it don't happen again

Written by:
Jerry Dunnell

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