JayBo - Practice

It’s like time keep on going
And it go right by
I’m sitting out on the porch
Under the night sky
Thinking in my head
Like fuck it no more mr nice guy
Actin stupid but deep down
Know I’m the wise guy
Yeah
Nice try they think they got me
I stay on my toes
Juke left they can’t stop me
I catch what they throw
Good hands Jeremy Shockey
And with these hooks
Prolly get in the ring wit rocky
I’m shocking
Now tell me who the fuck gon stop me
I'm Humble as it gets
But when i want to I get cocky
Talkin shit and sipping coffee
Hatin bitches get em off me
I don’t feel no sympathy
For the Mf's that lost me
Out they life
You know I had to get it right
Had to cut them people off
They trying hard to dim my light
Well alright
Well alright
Let me talk to em
I told you this shit was destined
Part of the plan
I’ll never shit on no one
Just to prove that I’m the man
I rather show em what I’m bout
I always lend a helping hand
Flying high up in the sky
And I just pray I never land
Get in my zone and I start write
Don’t even feel like texting bitches
But you kno I might
Remember when they did me dirty
I ain’t talking sprite
I hit the gym I’m pushing weight
Man this shit fkn light
I’m back up in my business
Lot of shit up on my mental
So I just hop on the beat
And fuck up this instrumental
On my phone
But Im still writing with my pencil
Serving fiends cuz I’m essential
Man just got look at my credentials
Yeah
I give you game is you gon use it
You give them all you got
They take advantage and abuse it
I had to learn you can’t save the world
You can’t be foolish
And don’t think about too much
Just gotta do it
I’m on the road
I gotta go
You know I can’t stop
You got the key to the game
But guess who got the lock
And if you think this a game
Pass me the fkn rock
Pull up and I shoot
I’m Ray Allen wit the fkn shot
Cold flow it’s kinda crazy cuz it’s summer
They tell me I’m the shit
You better call yourself a plumber
Shawty asked me for my digits
I just gave a wrong number
Tellin me she want a man
When I kno she want that lumber
Tell her I gotta go I gotta take care of myself
Find another man but I’ll always have the belt
Knowin damn well
This the best shit you ever smelt
Everything I ever told you realest shit you ever felt
Why you wanna talk about the old me
Talkin down and you don’t even kno me
Got a problem wit me
Then you Gotta show me
I had to hold it down
I ain’t ever folding
Why u wanna talk about the old me
Talkin down and you don’t even kno me
Got a problem with me
Then you Gotta show me
I had to hold it down
I ain’t ever folding

Written by:
Jaime Borrego

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