GmJerri - Message

I don't wanna be a rapper, I just wanna talk
Sometimes people get around me and it throw me off
Kinda hard to say what's on your mind when you can't talk
Weed, syrup, drink, that's what I do to heal my thoughts
Catch them shots I'm throwing I just put em in the vault
I don't sneak diss or make IG post cuz what I'm taught
Ain't directed ain't respected, so I give directions
Well protected don't direct it, bitch I keep my weapon
Twenty twenty been a gauntlet this shit feel like Tekken
I can't hang around my brother till this shit get settled
I got anger and some burdens from the right to left then
Lots of untrained dogs out here so what the shit you step in
Getting texts, grandma fucked up say what's wrong with her liver
Im so fucked up I only see myself through broken mirrors
Ima go ask God like lord please one more time just heal her
All them people we just buried and not one a villain
Cant run away from sorrows, starving and I wasn't fasting
Closing my eyes out suit and tie and Jeremiah in casket
Ain't to blind read between the lines the message was emphatic
You keep doing that hot boy shit aint never gonna see a patek
Sip it for a reason mama say don't use the balance
Got the voice and that aint for the rap that's for my family
Ride around with cannons but we aint out here just blaming
Niggas who shoot around them babies need to get pop like some tablets
Almost lost my cool and im just out here shooting baskets
Niggas old and washed I promise you don't want this savage
Took too long to turn your up so that shit causing madness
Niggas past they primes they out of line don't understand it
That aint what I am so please don't label me a bandit
No dime in my hand I had to sneak hop on transit
I can't understand it all my hater speaking Spanish
Took some time to hit it did it one and then I vanished
I think my true lover might be from another planet
I still hit my bestie till this day because I stamped it
We all gotta grow so find ya spirit seed and plant it
I know all the hurt I brung done caused some piercing damage
They make believe like Santa, I don't follow no blind propaganda
One thing I don't like is cameras, but ill be spotlight to get my bands up
How do you compare to Amanda
When your skin put you three scores behind on the board
Just keep fighting, flex ya voice eventually they won't have no choice
I don't know why them boys hit that man up, eyes to the sky look for his message
I aint have nowhere to go I called my Rollie he was out in seconds
Need a lick don't bad we on the opps without a lethal weapon
Made the best while in a desert, made your death hydrate my effort
Running laps with lions twenty one the next one gonna be better
Got that weight all on my chest Im still the same right here in flesh
Birdie gonna rest his wings so fuck it I'll go get a jet
God finna throw me a test fuck all that talking lets finish the best of the best
We way to hard for the rest, I got my Brodie through all of the stress
My flow be sick as a dog need a vet, Im shooting semis at all of the rats
I couldn't stand up at all when you left, Now I stand tall with thermal on my back
And I could never be chilling again mama your son he just built for the win, yeah

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GM Jerri

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