B L V K J O S H - Renegade (feat. Johnny Bonez)

I'm ill on the beat let it play and repeat
Shawty soaked in her seat because the flow so unique
Fuck are you talking about Jotti the renegade never been afraid
Come catch a fade like barbers with them straight razor blades
Smoking the greatest haze just to ease up my nerves
Before I snap and put your teeth to the curb
Peace be disturbed I'm in the race my tires screech when i turn
Got all this reefer to burn fuck the police 12 be on my nerves
I'm just a poet on beats charging fees for my words
Treating rappers like I'm eating hors d'oeuvres
She's on her knees for my sperm
She's nice with the neck I'm Perplexed but its onto the next
Don't love them or cuff them because them bitches really all for the next
Try and play me and it's off with ya neck
On ya head I'm straight dropping a check
Something like a Nike hat I don't give a fuck if niggas like my raps
I'm the nicest don't you try to fight the facts
My flow that fire crack if niggas want problems I'm sliding fast
I'm murking these murderous verses so perfectly perfect she's twerking with purpose
And smirking while she working my serpent

Up in her guts Just like a surgeon
I hit it from the back I'm putting that work in
I try to make her laugh because she be hurting
I'm closing the curtains we're having a good night
I wake up into the morning kissing her goodbye
Cannot catch no feels shawty know the deal
Disappear like David Copperfield
Finna go cop a deal
Selling records and the dreams becoming real
Bitches like fishes I got em on the reel
Living the good life I let my Goodyear's peel like a banana
I pull up in novas I got a bandanna
This shit will get vicious you better mind ya manners
Come on correct die for my respect
Whack you with hammers I'm breaking ya legs
Beat ya to death
Westville gorilla Ill beat on my chest
Only gets realer as I go progress
Cashing these checks making this bread now I can flex
Used to be broke I wasn't shit
Never lost hope never forget
Never forget where I came from
Dirty Jerz 856
Southside Southside
Baby that's where I'm from that's where I'm getting money at
That's right that's right I'm in the field baby I'm a running back
Low guy low guy police on me because there's hella rats
Oh god oh god These people be talking they don't even know the facts

Written by:
John Jones Jr., Joshua Frazier

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