Jay Browne - Cartridge (feat. 7sinclair)
Yo, what up, it's your boy Dae-DaeYo, what up, it's RichboyRC and you're listening to Cartridge by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4evr: Deluxe
Dae-dae, this too hard
J-A-Y
All 2020, nigga, I've been coming at you niggas on some art shit
Yo shit like bullshit, my shit straight-from-the-heart shit
Y'all niggas like dry mouths, still running, nigga, I park shit
2 drums and a cartridge
2 drums and a wait
Throwing shots at my team, nigga, I'ma throw 'em back on some dark shit
Niggas wanna talk down, coming up short, on some Kevin Hart shit
Dawg, please don't bolt now, don't be shocked when I spark shit
2 drums and a cartridge
2 drums and a what
Let's be clear, let's talk years
Let's talk flows, we are not peers
Let's talk heart, let's talk soul
My niggas G's, y'all like hoes
I'm like Sev, I'm like Swank
I'm like Rich, I'm like Dame
You're like bitch, you're like lame
Tell my nigga Stan "point-blank range"
I'm like G.O.A.T, y'all like "Same"
No, hell nah, not like Jay
Alan, he a shoota just like Ray
He got game, raps so tight, rhymes ring finger
Take last breath, take last name
Take back words, take back claims
You take shots, we take aim
You take shots, we take
Way, way, back when I seen my first strap, couldn't even drive
Just now when you seen your first strap, bitch, you was watching on the live
You was driving to the hood just so you could tell niggas you was really on
Cause you had no ambition, drive or reputation of your own
I don't this shit for attention or the mothafucking notoriety
Lost my scholarship, shit, wasn't no one tryna hire me
Then streets took my brother from me
Then the tweets took my brother from me
No security bugging, then police came in and ripped the color from me
All 2020, nigga, I've been coming at you niggas on some art shit
Yo shit like bullshit, my shit straight-from-the-heart shit
Y'all niggas like dry mouths, still running, nigga, I park shit
2 drums and a cartridge
2 drums and a wait
Throwing shots at my team, nigga, I'ma throw 'em back on some dark shit
Niggas wanna talk down, coming up short, on some Kevin Hart shit
Dawg, please don't bolt now, don't be shocked when I spark shit
2 drums and a cartridge
2 drums and a what
Hop up with my set, won't be too long
Go pay your debts, don't get me wrong
There's just too much going on, why the fuck you in my phone?
Oh, I feel it, going mad, don't ask why I keep a MAG
God feel time, he moving fast
Do not talk about the past
So much voices in my mind
Deal with snakes like all the time
In the streets, in the trees
Always watching, always spying
I don't ever say a thing, really Z's don't ever speak
Word to Wayne, word to Ye
Living in a fantasy
Like her seat in the jeans when she open in-between
I don't need to do alot, love me since she heard of me
No I.D. when I step, everybody fuck with me
Back here like I never left, can't promise I'll never leave
All 2020, nigga, I've been coming at you niggas on some art shit
Yo shit like bullshit, my shit straight-from-the-heart shit
Y'all niggas like dry mouths, still running, nigga, I park shit
2 drums and a cartridge
2 drums and a wait
Throwing shots at my team, nigga, I'ma throw 'em back on some dark shit
Niggas wanna talk down, coming up short, on some Kevin Hart shit
Dawg, please don't bolt now, don't be shocked when I spark shit
2 drums and a cartridge
2 drums and a what
J-A-Y Browne, my nigga, what's cracking?
Oh my, on this side we just fine, we spit fire like a dust dragon
Fuck-boy tryna charge me, got it scott-free, like "Fuck Travis"
Like Dwayne Carter, make the block hot from the top spot, I must have it
How can I be more clear? Weed got extension like horse hair
Never fucked a nigga 5'9'' 'til she seen the roll and royce here
Can't be 'land of the free,' only certain people got a voice here
Now the boys all blue, streets run red, but your left with no choice here
Like what?
Written by:
Jesse Browne
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