Jayse - N.Y.C.

Oh yea This is how we start it off
Where I'm from all that bullshit will Get you head split
The moment you think you's alone bitch I'm in your home lit
Like goldfish I got pairs two grips And two clips
To serve as a reminder anyone can get ripped
Yo cousin, lil brother Anybody gets The tool
Don't care if he drinking beer and Kicking it old-school
Run up in his house, cut his limbs off Like whole foods
And Then I feed it to my pits cause They enjoy the soul food
Cause When the guns come out and The sun goes down
As long as God is still in heaven and Earths still round
I'm down here spitting bullets till Your whole crews found
I can start to smell the pussy guess That means imma hound
Your head on the ground. A peasant But my boot's on your crown
Right here in your town, could've Stayed in mine but that ain't my style
Be here for while just wetting niggas Up with no towel
Was at bottom just look at me now. I'm on the prowl nigga
Yea I'm on the prowl nigga

You think you're tough you couldn't Sleep where I from
Most niggas see no need to fight they Always carry a gun
With to shits on they hip the feel They've already one
And lowkey looking for a reason just To unload for fun
That's why I'm always staying low Cause hit up on these blocks now, Don't have to be Jamaican for a Sheriff to get shot down
The deputy is next niggas waiting at His house now
The only thing I know is it ain't time For me to meet ground
Cause I can see the future I ain't Talking stick
And ain't no movie playing nigga but I'm bringing clips
So If you're staying to yourself then it Ain't no need to trip
But if my niggas looking for you ain't Nowhere to dip
Shit anything can be broken down Some kings don't even keep their Crowns
But either way they give it up. They Either die or pass it down
The cycle just goes round and round, Person, place, or things a noun
My gun will be the thing that got you Jumping up like Mr. Brown

Written by:
James Arrington

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