Jay Bel - Lovely II Lyrics

Lyrics Lovely II - Jay Bel



Fuck out my face I'm bout that paper chase
Climbing up a mountain of loot
You niggas couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Been laid back finding these loops
I see the weed and sonics infuse
I swear a week I blow a pound in this room
You niggas need to work on ya craft
Before your style gets old and won't last
Then you'll be running to the fountain of youth
My mama tell me I been the one, my girl tell me always go hard
My heart say it in't a option a lose
My mind saying you can not be confused
My arms saying take a shot at these dudes
My modest side keep it calm and stay cool
Cold as the brisk night breeze in Antarctica do
Cold as this swift Lo hat and this Nautica groove
Sitting in cuts smoking up like a cauterized wound
Kicking my shit, steal your shine like I borrowed your jewels
Bitch and your whip for the day and tomorrow you doomed
Shorty with me and the cars with the crew
Guess this part ain't for you
I been pushing since the pampers and pudding
When porn was all over TV and MTV had it cooking
I had the walkman walking New York Ave
Used to steal CDs from my dad, who wouldv'e thought I wanted to rap
My mother threw my rhyme book out was I was only 16
That's how I learned to freestyle one, shit mean
Ever since been rolling the green
The streets been overloading with greed
I swear I'm happy no one notices me
Fuck out my face I'm bout that paper chase
Running out the souls of my feet, nigga



Writer(s): Jaylon Belgrave


Jay Bel - 4wurd
Album 4wurd
date of release
10-04-2019



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