J3t-L33 - BR0AD DAY

Fuck it feels like
The damn walls caving in
Chained to hurt and some doubt
My own pride wont let me win
I guess this how it looks
When your hurt and you out
But I cant let this beat me now
I'ma treat my problems
Like my pounds
I'ma break them down
I cant let this happen
So its time to change
The future now
Pull my pistol out
Swear its something
Like a surfers high
Sonic boom of death
Swear its something
Like a murder huh?
Grim reaper grin
Dont get caught inside my reticle
Cant even converse
I got money on my schedule
Look inside my rear view
Done left a crazy trail bro
Shit something like fishtail
I cant go out like no snail
Fuck your salt
And your hoe
Bet I leave her pussy sore
I worried about no dough
Because I keep a cash flow
Even when the river low
Bet Jet boat about to float
Whatever floats your boat
Just dont cross into my scope
Sniper gang
But I aint Kodak
Flash on the boy
Aint no polaroid
Trying to switch the drip
So expensive
Dont even
Know the boy
Niggas talk they shit
Aint never mad
Gas to floor that boy
Get more
Hit flow
Skip those
Yes I'll murder the flow
Push up
Hit button
Three words
Got them bro
I dont
Really care
What the fuck they on
I came here to
Pop my shit
Fuck it murder this bitch
I came here to
Pop my shit
Fuck it murder this bitch
Step in crush shit
For a platform
Im leveling up
Foot down to the floor
Hoe I'm gassing up
Show me tricky vibe
Guess I'm passing up
Yes I know you lie
But when to call the bluff
Dig your own demise
Why I Cant Fail
Carry pain in eyes
Swear looks will tell you well
Salute the soul that flys
I tip my crown now
Realized some my real guys
Realigned
Get more
Hit flow
Skip those
Yes I'll murder the flow
Push up
Hit button
Three words
Got them bro
I dont
Really care
What the fuck they on
I came here to
Pop my shit
Fuck it murder this bitch
I came here to
Pop my shit
Fuck it murder this bitch
I came here to
Pop my shit
Fuck it murder this bitch
I came here to
Pop my shit
Fuck it murder this bitch
I came here to
Pop my shit
I'm accelerating
Bitch I'm not racing
In my own lane
You could say I'm patient
Sitting back
Planning contemplating
Stacking up some cheddar
While I'm waiting
Quick middle finger
Fuck you
If you hating
Fuck your origin
What the fuck you on
Today man
Down to run a fade man?
The type to toat a blade?
Oh you walk round
With your flame
But you left it at the house
Your best move
Is that you bounce
One by choice
The other by
No whiteness account
Thinking that you lit
But your bic out of juice
Now you got a feen
With no flame
Scary sight to who?
I'ma leave them with a clue
Thats a joke
Or a lie
Can't tell these days
Around frauds in disguise
Niggas thinking that they game
But can't collect after go
Declaration of my pain
I'ma leave that at the door
Anger overcast with shame
What is left when you move hoe
Choosing real until
I peel
Until then
Catch me rolling rolling
Going where I go
Blow the Za
Like I sell Tigers
Got them going for the low

Written by:
Leroy Parker, Jr.

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