J.R.C. - AP (feat. Joey Zen, FiNE$$E THA PHANTOM & Uglysteez)

This what we doing right now?
You gotta turn me way up
Turn me way the fuck up

Aye, cause I'm Audemars Piguet
Flooded out
Pouring out
Blowin loud
Everywhere I go
Don't one make a sound
Flipping a pound of good, goodbye
To my old life
Hey to crime
I'm like Jay in his heyday it's a sign
What could've been if I didn't get into rhyme
Been telling stories bout my life might need a lifeline
Tell me where you at, who you is
Might pull up with a pack of the shiz
Get us shmizzed, yeah
Sorry but I'm hit, might catch a fit
If I don't catch a bitch
My attitude is fuck ten Addisons
Ain't that some shit?
Emphatic when I hit it from the back, a Patek on my wrist
A cataclysmic thought,
Still young at body and at heart
But like many sometimes I still fear I may depart
So I'm stacking up my art
Don't give a fuck if it's bought
I just light the blunt
I'd just like fuck, get a nut
If you willing, lemme hit it
Then I'll run, yeah

Aye, aye
You know how we do, one take off the fuckin' domeski

-Yeah, yeah, "one take" this, "one take" that
Zen status
Let's go

She a legend in the backseat
We dem boys no backstreet
But I still want it that way
If you ask me
Get it?
Prolly not
Yeah, I'm real but they hardly not
You can show me what's up in the deal
I won't sign the dot

Cause I'm turning 47
To a playground for the arts
Going way down in our hearts
We don't lay down when it's hard
On their radars and their charts
So now I gotta thank God

For the life that I be living and the rhymes that I be spitting
On this mic, yeah it was written
Spread my light and you can't dim it, no
I'm feeling wicked, woah
Cause it's 2021 and I'm still kickin' hoe
Like Ronaldo on United
Switch the pitch and I'm a titan
Put that AP on my wrist
So it's always perfect timing, yeah

How's that for a one take
Zen, you know how we do
47

How could you just go up there and do that shit?
And expect me to go next
And not follow up with the same fucking energy
Goddamn, "47" this, "47" that
Let's get this shit

Like real shit, time is a construct that can't define me
Offering them diamonds and gold, all just to blind me
Discovering myself, no one needs to come and find me
And I thank God I made it off of them type beats

See the shit we doing? We just won't ever stop
They say time is of the essence, but I don't own a clock
Our trajectory is booming, we just won't ever flop
Why be a shooter when you could be out here calling the shots?

I feel like Gotti in his prime
I can't question God's design
Yes this feeling is sublime
With my cousins, it's our time

With no Audemars, we the shooting stars
Of the family tree
They know who we are, I don't even needa plant the seed
Hear the crowd rejoice way before I even plant my feet
God's my favorite artist, so I told em just to lay a beat
And I'ma kick it
Lifestyle's getting wild
Dreams they getting vivid
Golden child, running miles
Running up my digits
Can't decide what I'll provide
This shit gon' get wicked

Without the red bottoms
You gon' see his head blossom
Y'all sum rodents, dead possum
That's yo brother, and you went and told?
You in the fed column

Around here we don't fuck with that-
We don't fuck with that snitchin' shit (No, Sir!)
47 does not condone snitching by any means (Not at all!)
Any situation
It's just not cool man (It's really not!)

I don't really like ad-libs but sh-
Let's kick it

Ayo, Steez
Guess who's back again
I'll leave any MC down with no oxygen
No chance to win
Drown with no chance to swim
Slim with the life of my fucking P.K.R.M.
Yo, bullets off the roof
When my homies coming soon
In the room full of B.O.B., smoking off the truth
It's the truth in my rhymes and the flow that I consume
I'm confused cause I don't really know who the fuck is you, dude
Doom in the past looking up the future you
Couldn't fit in my shoes if those shoes were meant for you
And I'm living off my raps and all those raps that I can prove
And the proof that all you niggas go poof when I got something to prove
Niggas steady winning but you know I'll never lose
Loose in my fucking feelings
Cause those feelings meant for you
Do something new for new beginning of the youth
In the middle of the booth
Thinking bout the life I ain't choose

Written by:
Braian Dasilva, Dominic Ferrara, Jacob Colon, Jonathan Zemola

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