J-Metric - Mash on the gas

Yo I made it out the hood I'm a miracle
The hood will have you swimming with the fishes
Like Arial
Being lyrical
Comes from my spiritual
Modern negro spirituals
Churning in my Innerstes
Like butter
Imperial
Stormtrooper
Spitting fire like a
Foreign Ruger
The hood don't fight fair
Nightmare
Freddy Kreuger
650 Mares
Under the hood
Like a sports Tuner
Shooting for the stars
Like the honeymooners
My bank account been making big improvements
So people watching like a trip to hooters
Focus on yo own plate
And consume it
Focus on being a producer
Not just a consumer
And make the next explosion
Like grenades
Of baby boomers

Mash on the gas as fast as I can
Gotta come up with a plan
Or sink in the sand
The blueprints are in the
Palm of my hand
Palm of my hand
Palm of my hand

Toyota
Jeep
Landrover
Mitsubishi
24 inches
Of chrome
Lamborghini
No ceiling
Impala
Chrysler
Wheel spinning
Malibu
Rest in peace Isuzu
Business is a zoo fool
One minute your up
Now you falling in a swimming pool
There's all types of vehicles
That you can
Get into
I don't mean fossil fuel
But a financial ecoboost
Royalties residuals
Gotta educate the youth
That money is a tool
And you need it
It's up there
With air water and breathing
Politicians deceiving
I'm not believing
In nothing but Jesus
By Jesus I Mean Yeshua
I been wise since I was young
That's what they despise
A black man with wisdom
In his lungs
And fire in his eyes

Mash on the gas as fast as I can
Gotta come up with a plan
Or sink in the sand
The blueprints are in the
Palm of my hands
Palm of my hands
Palm of my hands

God wrote the blueprints in the palm
Of my hand
When I was alone
I seen footprints in the sand
That's power
In my hourglass
There's more to life than smoking weed
Breaking bad
Uncle Sam say keep half
That's why I do investments
Paid cash
I need it fast and furious
Call me Harry potter cause
I'm Black and I'm serious
Fighting off attacks
From witches who are curious
Females see me riding by
They play innocent
Like puritans
Looking for your daughter
Think I found her on only fans
She's her own pimp
She even gave herself a backhand
You're more than just a sex symbol
Let me show you how to really stack bread

Mash on the gas
As fast as I can
Gotta come up with a plan
Or sink in the sand
The blueprints are in the
Palm of my hands
Palm of my hands
Palm of my hands

Written by:
Jeremiah Oaks

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