Jon Keith - Layers in Arizona lyrics
[Jon Keith - Layers in Arizona lyrics]
Ya ya man they don lost they minds
Sending me this yeah yeah arcitec
This is that hot cheddar, I'm second better
Hit me with anything
Everything it still wouldn't matter
It so insane out of my cap
They call me the mad hatter
Htless wonder what's in the soup
I can see dead redder
Two hit they never knew me
Dare you to sue me
If these bars was made of Hershey's
You still couldn't chew me
How I'll rap you in a pretzel
Then sprinkle it with some cinnamon
Or rather a synonym i skittle
Level with eminem hold on
Flip flop but I ain't cook
Are you a dummy a chump or bum
Or punk aor maybe a fool
Someone told me you was was a killer
You look more like a tool
Im a thrid year rapper ill take you to school
Bro you sway off track
Most hype but them eyes on me
So i id wthe king when i don't see
When i can't be i sing rip
Cause tbh my dna is built tnt thats on g
Homie thats the new hot chucking j hit
'em with the stove thats too hot
No a lot of things i lose i do not
Its too many ways like im
Rocking with a doo rag
Hey homie I hit em ooh we
Never even stated this year
Its like the interlude
Watch your feet so hot we gon
Cook it on the street
Throw it down yeah you messing with the heat
Like I'm in Arizona
It's too hot nah nah, it's too hot
Like I'm in Arizona
It's too hot, it's too hot
Like I'm in Arizona it's too hot nah nah
Like I'm in Arizona
It's too hot nah nah, it's too hot
Yo that's another hit for the record
Lot of these rappers looking simple, I'm
The chess to they checkers, yeah
(ya ya ya ya) don't ask what we been doin
Arcitec building a brand
I call that a double decker fix your face
Why you mad? if you ain't wanna learn
Why you even come to class?
Yeah we was in Finnie's killin the
Crowd i watched fool murder
And said he got off days and then he dab
I place swag over comfortability
I'm cooking in the thread but I think that
S why she's into me
My flow too tight there ain't
No room for the enemy
I rock my yellow jacket to the
Show who's act in billin me?
No chill in me for real in me i went
Bananas on the track now they peelin me
How they tearing the game down ands
Now they billin me uh
OG's in the game call me young blood
But ain't no kin in me i mean for real
Tell me waht's the deal they
Ain't awnna show me how
To do it so I went and made a deal
Still god is my shiled
You don't want to be my friend homie you
Can come and be a meal that's real
Hallelujah or Hollywood used to be either
Or if not the hood
But my king slept, and he dreamed me
Now I beleaf in his fatherhood
Uh yeah we been too hot
Hey brodie watch the attitude
Sending me this yeah yeah arcitec
This is that hot cheddar, I'm second better
Hit me with anything
Everything it still wouldn't matter
It so insane out of my cap
They call me the mad hatter
Htless wonder what's in the soup
I can see dead redder
Two hit they never knew me
Dare you to sue me
If these bars was made of Hershey's
You still couldn't chew me
How I'll rap you in a pretzel
Then sprinkle it with some cinnamon
Or rather a synonym i skittle
Level with eminem hold on
Flip flop but I ain't cook
Are you a dummy a chump or bum
Or punk aor maybe a fool
Someone told me you was was a killer
You look more like a tool
Im a thrid year rapper ill take you to school
Bro you sway off track
Most hype but them eyes on me
So i id wthe king when i don't see
When i can't be i sing rip
Cause tbh my dna is built tnt thats on g
Homie thats the new hot chucking j hit
'em with the stove thats too hot
No a lot of things i lose i do not
Its too many ways like im
Rocking with a doo rag
Hey homie I hit em ooh we
Never even stated this year
Its like the interlude
Watch your feet so hot we gon
Cook it on the street
Throw it down yeah you messing with the heat
Like I'm in Arizona
It's too hot nah nah, it's too hot
Like I'm in Arizona
It's too hot, it's too hot
Like I'm in Arizona it's too hot nah nah
Like I'm in Arizona
It's too hot nah nah, it's too hot
Yo that's another hit for the record
Lot of these rappers looking simple, I'm
The chess to they checkers, yeah
(ya ya ya ya) don't ask what we been doin
Arcitec building a brand
I call that a double decker fix your face
Why you mad? if you ain't wanna learn
Why you even come to class?
Yeah we was in Finnie's killin the
Crowd i watched fool murder
And said he got off days and then he dab
I place swag over comfortability
I'm cooking in the thread but I think that
S why she's into me
My flow too tight there ain't
No room for the enemy
I rock my yellow jacket to the
Show who's act in billin me?
No chill in me for real in me i went
Bananas on the track now they peelin me
How they tearing the game down ands
Now they billin me uh
OG's in the game call me young blood
But ain't no kin in me i mean for real
Tell me waht's the deal they
Ain't awnna show me how
To do it so I went and made a deal
Still god is my shiled
You don't want to be my friend homie you
Can come and be a meal that's real
Hallelujah or Hollywood used to be either
Or if not the hood
But my king slept, and he dreamed me
Now I beleaf in his fatherhood
Uh yeah we been too hot
Hey brodie watch the attitude