Jay L 805 - Southside 805

Yeah, yeah
Aydoh
This tracks, you know, like a good introduction point
If you don't know where we're coming
You know, if like you pronounce it Eight-Zero-Five
This track's for you
You know, if you think we're from LA
This track's for you
And if you don't think Jay's got the bars
Then this track is most definitely for you

Uh, I'm from Southside 805
Hillcrest Drive where I reside
Mom told me don't leak at the addy
Too late, it's immortalized
FL addict borderline, we only study 4 to 5
We make dope shit appear more regular than Mordecai
It's Aydoh
From TO, not Toronto but the Oaks
Drop a rack for studios, and send a prayer that it gon blow
Waking up smelling like backwoods and YSL cologne
Grab my coat, cuz Jay be ice cold muhfucka, huh

Southside Aydoh, rap game NATO
Hoe I like my Takis: purp bag, Fuego
How he so dope, no Faygo, no yayo
On my ARZ shit, we been around like Stegos
Fuck boys, KO'd
Bitch I'm on my Wayne flow
Awk, hit you with the block: Legos
Fuck a job if it be stable, we chopping beats like they bagels
And they know Jay ain't stopping til he's on Coachella's payroll
All them disses cool, yeah that's til you getting Jay involved
Book so many flights, got people thinking I'm a Ravenclaw
Drop hot shit, then I dip and leave the eight in awe
Rap game Chris Hansen, you the type to get baited on
The kid hotter than Satan's jaw
Waiting for the respect that he owed
Step to me get 3-0'd
Count of fucks I give is zero
Put my blood, sweat, and tears and now they want to be mosquitoes
Tell them bitches I got something they can deepthroat muhfucka, huh

Yeah boii I know you were feeling that
Yee, that was tight
Ay you up for a break
Yeah for sure what's on right now
Kim possible, but it's on commercial
All right bet let's just wait it out
"O-O-O'Reilly"
Yo hold up, this kinda fire though
Yeah I mean O'Reilly's always kinda slapped
Yeah you know what
Fuck it bro, cut this up, verse 2
For real
For real for real
Alright run the hook back then

Uh, I'm from Southside 805
Hillcrest Drive where I reside
Mom told me don't leak at the addy
Too late, it's immortalized
FL addict borderline, we only study 4 to 5
We make dope shit appear more regular than Mordecai
It's Aydoh
From TO, not Toronto but the Oaks
Drop a rack for studios, and send a prayer that we gon blow
Waking up smelling like backwoods and YSL cologne
Grab my coat, cuz Jay be ice cold muhfucka, huh

Okay, okay, Eight-Oh-Five
Westlake living since the age of five
When you getting money know that they gon slide
And if you looking for fire know that Jay provide
Ain't no lie, ain't the one to sleep on
You suck and fuck to be Creon
I'm not the one to put D on, I'd rather
Grind for eons, then sell myself to the three pronged
They want the cash and what's beyond
You can bed, bath, and begone, I'm just
Getting teed off, and he off fast
I've been jumping hurdles and hurdles like it's Geo Dash
Ignoring the shit talkers throwing nips and jabs
It's a long list of bitches who can kiss my ass
I dropped my first tape, everybody was quick to bash
I dropped cash, the same people was quick to latch
This shit a rash, itching to skip class
So fuck school and fuck the clout
And fuck everything I ain't pass motherfucker huh

Yurr
(Huh)
Yeah, you know what the fuck is going on
Got the Taki Fuego with me
805 shit you know what I'm saying
(The track is done)
The track is done
(Huh)
Hardest caucasian alive
Whore

Written by:
Jake Lunn

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