Jay Season - Pros & Cons

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Ain't nobody do it like I do
Original taste, way back '92
Talking backstabbers? And I know one or two
Hours in the kitchen and spicing the stew
Make a way through, it's a new king coming
Gather all the haters and just start drumming
Who's got the crown? This a young king season
The proof all out, no need for a reason
It's your boy, Jay Season
The first time I touched a mic was (cough). Pardon me
Yeah, the first I touched a mic I was so in my feelings, really felt like a hood god
Bible flows onGod, accolades on my name, Jay Season I be preaching like the word of God
Holy Bars boy damn you be sound hot
With hell fire cooking songs inna bigger pot
Jigga man tears falling like it's rainy day
I seen my bitch switch sides I call it pain day
I have friends who not blood, i call them brothers, when we meet it's all love we be showing us every day
What's up with all the hate on the fucking menu?
You want a piece? Ow please choose the fucking venue
Listen, I know and I seen all you types, always hating and then blame it on a fucking rule
Yeah, running my own game
It goes south, fuck no I won't pin a blame
I helped out, he stabbed me, he don't got no shame
He never asked for my help, that's what a nigga claim
I will either find a way, or I will make me one
Until you realise you are late, it is all fun
Love all, make peace, but don't trust none
I said this, I said that, but I do trust one
Ain't nobody do it like I do
Original taste, way back '92
Talking backstabbers? And I know one or two
Hours in the kitchen and spicing the stew
Make a way through, it's a new king coming
Gather all the haters and just start drumming
Who's got the crown? This a young king season
The proof all out, no need for a reason
It's your boy, Jay Season
Set peace of your mind as your highest goal
If you serving some goodies, better take my bowl
Straight standing, all firm, like inna glory hole
I'm 'bout to kill all these suckers without no soul
They say money shows your true colours
And I'm outchere been doing y'all big favours?
I will keep it all short like I'm doing trailers
Back with my dream girl with the sweet flavours
Where me from, anger issues are not needed
Let it go, choose peace and feel light headed
Whether I did it or I didn't, I'm still in the news
I do the serving, where me from, always on the move
Say no more, say no more, shit my time to rain
I don't understand why every beat I wanna spit on pain
Lots used me and used me for their own gain
They put a tube, under my skin and they all drained
I don't be feeling too good
I miss my dad, heartbroken, you left me too soon
Been years over years, why too soon?
Over 20 whole years, why too soon?
I'm in the kitchen with my tools, krɛ krɛ, spicy shit, all ready, what I told you? Hot fish?
You in dms, she in my bed, call me big fish
In her panties, swimming, drowning like a lil fish
Ain't nobody do it like I do
Original taste, way back '92
Talking backstabbers? And I know one or two
Hours in the kitchen and spicing the stew
Make a way through, it's a new king coming
Gather all the haters and just start drumming
Who's got the crown? This a young king season
The proof all out, no need for a reason
It's your boy, Jay Season, executed

Written by:
Jeffery Jayson Tetteh

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