MALACHI SUPREME - Jetpack

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Cock back, blast off, bitch we in the zone
Higher than the clouds, fucking loud, bitch who want the smoke?
Think you sitting on the throne? Lemme get that
Think y'all got wings? Bitch I got a fucking jet pack
Cock back, blast off, bitch we in the zone
Higher than the clouds, fucking loud, bitch who want the smoke?
Think you sitting on the throne? Lemme get that
Think y'all got wings? Bitch I got a fucking jet pack
They thought that I was done so I hit em with Flamethrower
Like pussy the games over, get momma that Range Rover
If I'm shooting for the top then I guess I should aim lower
I ain't talking too fast motherfucka ya brain slower
Them bars cold, dissing me crazy, like I ain't even mad
I put my pen to that paper, that's what I call a heating pad
You say your shit is solid, you looking more like a leaky ass
Here to school you niggas, I saved you some extra seats in class
Bitch I'm coming, you can shut up or you spit
Bitch I'm legit, you phony homie fresh outta the build-a-rapper kit
Imma fuckin shine even if everyone blind
When they see me standing with signs, all the sudden they got their eyesight
Cause I'm tight, chasing the money done got my mind right
The lime lights beaming, they screaming my lyrics all night
I got more bars than what you would do for a Klondike
And I'll fight demons, believe it nigga, it's on sight
Like R&B beats, I be snapping on every track
My girl like double entendres, you know you gotta look back, right?
Sorry if that was cheesy cause I'm the Mack
And I ain't talkin bout Kraft, the cheddar is what I stack
So many fucking bars I be making a prison look bad
Y'all ain't even rapping, you looking more like a gift bag
Throw the ball to me I'm running it, lemme get that
I zoom past, all of y'all you ain't getting a quarter back
I been at it like an addict rapping for the crack
And packing lotta action, this is happening as a matter fact
Call me a distraction, camel backing how I'm spitting facts
The ill is back, kill a village of you niggas with a rap
Aiming with precision, they never could see the vision
So I rip their eyes out and replace em with canon lenses
Since 2020 ain't nobody been this sick
And imma stunt on all you niggas like my growth ain't shit
Ya digg?
Cock back, blast off, bitch we in the zone
Higher than the clouds, fucking loud, bitch who want the smoke?
Think you sitting on the throne? Lemme get that
Think y'all got wings? Bitch I got a fucking jet pack
Cock back, blast off, bitch we in the zone
Higher than the clouds, fucking loud, bitch who want the smoke?
Think you sitting on the throne? Lemme get that
Think y'all got wings? Bitch I got a fucking jet pack
They ain't fuckin with the kid like R Kelly on an Opposite Day
But when they see the money coming now they flocking my way
Try to play my pockets, bitch you can get socked in the face
And when I die, keep my unreleased locked in a safe
I'm saturated all these niggas lookin more like a grey
And cut the verse cause really I don't know what else I can say
Cock back, blast off, bitch we in the zone
Higher than the clouds, fucking loud, bitch who want the smoke?
Think you sitting on the throne? Lemme get that
Think y'all got wings? Bitch I got a fucking jet pack
Cock back, blast off, bitch we in the zone
Higher than the clouds, fucking loud, bitch who want the smoke?
Think you sitting on the throne? Lemme get that
Think y'all got wings? Bitch I got a fucking jet pack

Written by:
Malachi Alston

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