J.R.C. - Pineapple Crush (feat. Joey Zen)

Double up on the blunt roto
I'm going ghost in the fumes
Like a chimney up the roof
Caught the meanest body, coughing up a lung on a Korean shawty
Now she acting crushed cause I busted in a rush
Sorry, hun I know I'm nothing but a no good globetrotter
Give Harlem my best when I'm doing shows for cult followers
Saturnalias knows it best, we got no problems
Putting y'all to rest if they ever try to test me again
Finna drop another classic and never share my recipe
A magician never tells his secrets no matter the line of questioning
It's sleight of hand the way these verses sneaking in, no editing
I ride that hoe, equestrian, had to remind y'all who the best again
JR-sizzle, yeah he missed y'all
Had to fire off faster than a missile
With no guidance system, no countdown to liftoff
But I'm pissed off
Off the rip, yeah I'm waiting for the BOOM!
Yeah I'm waiting for the world to know my name, huh
Too bad I care too much bout where I earn my fame from
Know that's a thing that my partners can relate to
Or rather skate on, we writing songs till the days gone
Okay someone pass the lighter cause the game met its match
With these pre-rolled flows I blow O's on every track
So excuse my French, been inhaling the pack
Blowing ghosts as a toast for those we can't get back
So I won't back down from anything or anyone
Cause my team already won, 47 champions
Amping up the ambience, plugged in to the style of art
Speakers blaring all our truths that we discovered in the dark
So now we shed light on how to get right
Thinking of all these blessings got me itchin' like head lice
Scratch that I'm on a red eye
Gotta keep my head high
Living in the moment's how I know that I'm dead right

Written by:
Jacob Colon, Jonathan Zemola

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