Jay Electronica - Freestyle For Stay Dougie lyrics
[Jay Electronica - Freestyle For Stay Dougie lyrics]
In hollywood everybody got a business card
In manhattan everybody got a business card
In new orleans everybody got a gun
And a bible, and a net
Or some type of a fishing rod
And at night, if you listen hard
You can hear gunshots from blocks away
Or fiends pushin bricks through cars
I'm from the same dark alley
Niggas never go down
Forty ounce glass and needles on
The merry go round look, abracadabra bitches
I ain't the average nigga yappin
On a track for riches
Even though my rags to riches
Tale is vicious hell
A lot of niggas sick an pale
When I spit the braille you feel me?
I never ever ever slipped and fell
You hear me? And any pussy that decide to
Try and come near me
Will get raped crushed and left
For dead on the hill
I'll be on the pyramid stairs out of Brazil
Now put that in your pipe and get twisted
Make like fingerprints and get lifted
Nobody spit the sick shit like I do
The bayou kid so deep on
Google you need goggles
Nigga I'm sick with this
I'm castin spells on the judge and the jury
And the snitches in the witness pit
In manhattan everybody got a business card
In new orleans everybody got a gun
And a bible, and a net
Or some type of a fishing rod
And at night, if you listen hard
You can hear gunshots from blocks away
Or fiends pushin bricks through cars
I'm from the same dark alley
Niggas never go down
Forty ounce glass and needles on
The merry go round look, abracadabra bitches
I ain't the average nigga yappin
On a track for riches
Even though my rags to riches
Tale is vicious hell
A lot of niggas sick an pale
When I spit the braille you feel me?
I never ever ever slipped and fell
You hear me? And any pussy that decide to
Try and come near me
Will get raped crushed and left
For dead on the hill
I'll be on the pyramid stairs out of Brazil
Now put that in your pipe and get twisted
Make like fingerprints and get lifted
Nobody spit the sick shit like I do
The bayou kid so deep on
Google you need goggles
Nigga I'm sick with this
I'm castin spells on the judge and the jury
And the snitches in the witness pit