Jamal J. - Blood on the Leaves (feat. Israel Jones)

Where we at
Yo
Yo, yo
Bring the real back
Funnel on the weed, shit like blood on the leaves how that carbon steel kickback
Stank faces when I speak, no tic tac
Toe tagging rappers, no you can not hit back
I know the field, play the game without the chinstrap
In the midst of the chaos, staying calm was a mishap
Bury niggas under trees, there go your holiday gifts wrapped
Fuck your numbers, fuck your Spotify Wrapped
I touched more zeroes than an empty hand
More fuel in my tank than the petrol I racked (Iraq)
Y'all niggas ain't high, y'all hijacked
C'mon man
Where we at
Cognac on the rocks
Spliff rolled tighter than a virgin, I'm locked in
Stay in my four corner room but I'm never boxed in
I could never fold if incarcerated, I just lock in
You hear me
Or you don't
Bet I make you hear me
Ears ringing, no jewelry
Ain't no making a fool of me, I'm schooling these niggas, no truancy
Go against the grain, you can't go against me, nowhere to run from this cruelty
I was adapting where the shooters be
Seventh ward, Southeast, precinct never knew me
Mal
Real talk
Ten toes, never bend, never fold
I down the liquor and only time I see double is when I'm in the Rolls
Sike nah
Cash like two inches taller than Royce
I should be paid getting paid like everytime y'all hear my voice
Other than that, I don't fuck with the noise
I don't fuck with the raps, y'all niggas just noise
Put on my tin foil cap, let them know they're in their own way
I'm that hotep boy
This that real rap boy
Yo Mal let them know I'm sending a hundred shots, I'm sending two hundred shots, three hundred shots, four hundred shots for every time they slide
I keep putting it back in their face over and over and over and over
It's cool
Jones
Yeah
Yeah
And fuck that money tree, I see there's blood on the leaves
And free the Congo, free my niggas also
Some of my partners gone though
I'll see you at the crossroads
Until then I'm rocking, walking solid on this brick road
God Tier, that's how I got here
I had to battle on the spot, nigga I come from this
To being on a smack stage, that's on my bucket list
Never moving comfortable
I like to change with the seasons, Ahk
You ever seen the plot and change the script, ever direct the scene?
You ever had your idols give you praise, but never set the screen
Confusing times inside this underground
So I abuse these lines and change the sound
I'm waiting on my time, I know I got the talent
Seeing niggas on can drive a man to madness
When you know their shit a gimmick and even if they spit it
Them niggas like to pander to crackers for the answer
Imma let that breathe
Imma let that breathe
Like damn they much better than me?
And when I touch the sky, I'll bring a star back
I'm not a selfish nigga
But I do my need my chips and I do need my bricks to be made then shipped
This for all my niggas who is stuck inside them bricks
Yeah
When you can rap a little bit they like to type cast you
It's cool, I bet this year I blow right past you
Jones

Written by:
Bronson Jones, Jamal Jaffa

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