Jackie Art - Cynical

Tell a bitch to tell her friend to tell her friend to tell a hoe
I have been the realest since the doc cut my umbilical
Meant to be the greatest do it big this shit is critical
Want this shit all to myself a nigga feeling cynical
Top Dollar Saver
Poppin for the majors
Oh
Pot bottom taster
Nigga brought the flavour
Oh
Stop all ya wastin
Aint got time for patience
Oh
Yo Chance getting slimmer
Hope you squeezing thru the door
War of the words go bezerk
With the flow
And this shit dont change
Its absurd how it go
They gotta Lil bit of skill
And a lotta zips of dope
So when they get high they feel fly
Nigga nope
Dont try compare us
Brudda this is not a joke
Nigga nothin bout me average if you havent noticed yet
Better than my the opposition cause I know my flow the best
And im from the north so you know I rep the coldest set
Dont let us catch you slipping let you freeze, froze to death
Attitude to my enemies yall should know the best
Concerned with opinions but still showing no respect
Then you wondering why you aint even noticed yet
First things first
Invest in your verse
Dont wanna be the worst
To spit thats a fact
Second every second
Worth a dollar get to stepping
Time is money dont you reckon
You should be at the bank
Third is your word
Have faith its your turn
Thru the flames with the burn
Putting out the fire on your back
Fourth bring force
To the course all coarse
Go straight to the source
And you never let up
And you betta get up
Through the trenches and dirt
Memories reminsincing jumping fences ripping shirts
Young nigga know better im committed to the work
Do right and kill everything know my worth
Know myself so I rep west side
Berta Boy Goin Brazy
No I cannot lie
Everybody lookin down on me I reply
I aint do this for the money im doin this for my life
Tell a bitch to tell her friend to tell her friend to tell a hoe
I have been the realest since the doc cut my umblical
Meant to be the greatest do it big this shit is critical
Want this shit all to myself a nigga feelin cynical
Tell a bitch to tell her friend to tell her friend to tell a hoe
I have been the realest since the doc cut my umblical
Meant to be the greatest do it big this shit is critical
Want this shit all to myself a nigga feelin cynical
Ima original artist
Specifically parked in
My own lane
Swerving the bullshit
How I do it
I was taught to be a man
Salute to my unit
Tulips, im just rollin them up
Sold a pack or two now im leveling up
Tryna climb a fuckin mountain
So im pedalling up
And I Always keep it rowdy
Never settlin dust
If my mind on my money
Then im gettin it up
I been out of luck
Got everything by grinding
Stars Align brudda perfect timing
Been rhyming since I was 9 and
I never thought itd get me shining
Starry eyed, figures got my mouth widening
Eyes on the prize my focus tightening
Faith in myself so i know that my might wins
Not gonna be knocked down by a slight wind
Theres no might win
Its a guarantee
Im enticing
And apparently
I got spice when
I come & slap the beat
Tyson on the track
My raps packin heat
Bitch they packin blows
No cocaina
My bars stay pure in your pores
That gasolina
Always bring the heat
Turn the ac up
Aye nice to see ya
You the nigga that said I wouldnt be ya
Now im so sick i could give u a fever
Thats facts no cap hi5 a preacher
My testimony is be a believer
Stunt on bitches till you meet the reaper
Good vibes stay high, maybe cop some reefer
Anybody in ya face just turn up ya speakers
Tell a bitch to tell her friend to tell her friend to tell a hoe
I have been the realest since the doc cut my umbilical
Meant to be the greatest do it big this shit is critical
Want this shit all to myself a nigga feeling cynical
Tell a bitch to tell her friend to tell her friend to tell a hoe
I have been the realest since the doc cut my umbilical
Meant to be the greatest do it big this shit is critical
Want this shit all to myself a nigga feeling cynical

Written by:
Jaxon Hector

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