J. MannDa4TuneTella - Mass Acres

We in the faculty
Tracks manufacturing like a factory
You’ve been recalled, meanwhile
We all stand tall
So have a seat
Throw you in a hole cuz you ain’t half as me
Sacrifice money
Jonny Sacramoni slashed this beat
You a pussy if you disagree passively
We could be picking from the same apple tree
Wouldn’t have the same batch as me
Stole the mic but like an open mic
You can get clapped for free
Fuck your family
Happily, ever after? Please
That’s a fantasy
I will die nasty but not before I build this dynasty
Rock and roll like Slash but I don’t carry knives with me
Too many rats out here talking to the 9 plus 3
Hear me rep it while I carry this message
Gunning for the top spot I don’t care to be second
Was depressed and couldn’t afford to go to therapy sessions
But it’s the same reason I walk in here to bury these sessions
I’m only gonna speak and say this once
I mastered breath control by deep inhaling blunts
I ain’t making no ends
Nothings keeping me fed
Right now, I can’t be rapping for bread
Nor can I chop it up and bag it for dread
Even though I’m still broke like the battery’s dead
I give a fuck about my graduate friends
I aint gotta pretend
I got talent instead
You would think your girl's a blood
How she stays on read
Literally spit like Jim when he went
Chimney bricks on Lickety Split
Infinity whips don’t really mean shit
When you only bought it just trying to seem rich
I’m 30 years old with no gun on my hip
But that don’t mean shit cuz I ain't gonna bitch
Best be silent like guns and potatos
Ayo, they know Jae flow beuno
I be red like Kano
Lines going over your head like a halo
What do they know, they on yayo
They spit shit like a-hole, I spit draino
Better grip the draco
Only way you gonna make dough
Whip work like mayo
In a Winnebago with a toast and knife
Like you made a bagel

Written by:
Japjot Mann

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