paroles de chanson Special Occasion (feat. Charles K & 7 Tha Great) - Jayson Lyric

You think you can vibe to this
Its easy look

I get the shit from my past
Let the beat telegraph
Catch a vibe press record
Put em all in a bag, real life in
4th quarter ain't no excuses the gas piping
Need Two-Fifteens like gas prices
Took a long time I ain't exciting
Cause I know its more down the road
Tend to to roam then I get in my zone
Just reflect one deep gotta silence the phone
And roll a fat one take the long way home
We started off weak now they watching and we oh so strong
These rap verses nigga put it in stone
Play it back spoke into it and they seen that
And fuck a dream motherfucker go and be that
Gotta keep my eye out niggas plotting
Tinted glass half way down since they watching
They was talking Jazz I was trying get it popping
So I left em all alone now my stock 10, nigga
So how it feel
Knowing that you got it and some niggas never will
I'm in New York these niggas probably thing I got a deal
Like I got time to ever focus on components and hoping
The dopest notice I'll grow it til I'm controlling controlist
Still with the hopeless, it can be gone by the morning
Working like I ain't got it
And she ain't coming withdraws when you making deposits
I think reality done set in
Nigga thought it's love but them snakes tend to fit in
Circle small as fuck little nigga you can't get in
One of one, no replacing ain't a fill in
When they say my name they feel the truth
Put it in route, 2 by 2
Money peeler, ain't no killer if you shoot
That ain't you, aye what's new
Nigga came in without a vouch and they gone vouch and that's the proof

Yea Yea Yea
Real
How y'all feeling
We in the house
We in the house
We in the house
We in the house
She say
I can't lie we blessed

My Mentions full
Cause some blog didn't mention me
Seriously
I can't that shit seriously
I Would love to play along
But That's just the kid in me
This grown man business
You gotta be kidding me
I know locals would rather get rid of me
Say I went Hollywood
But I'm still in the triple D
A lot of hate I know
A lot of fake i know
Ask your girl I go
Deeper
Who he loving
Who he fucking
I know it's a mystery
Started my own company
Can't join your misery
A lot of captions I know
You see I'm actually a goat
In the heel (Hills)
Just searching for greener
Pasters
Every roll outs a red carpet
I might've wrote for your favorite artist
Made my own lane
I Gotta double park it
On my Double R shit
On this road to success
Got a nigga car sick

But im feeling great
Cashmere
Thats expensive taste
Grinding hard
On my two a days
We preparing
For them tour days
Album mode
Going through the crates
Survival mode
Going through the safe
Okt say we
Gone do the wraith
Tell Tay
That's how you do the race
Never changed
Still a cliff nigga
Still a send you
Off the cliff nigga
I'm known to snap
Ain't talking pictures
Underground king
It's get no trilla

These Niggas cap
This ain't that
Deeper than rap
See I said
I want that rolle
And I went and did just that
Got that water
This ain't tap
Save your dap
We ain't fam
We gone catch him off cam
We gone slide like a scam
I never get the credit I deserve
But I never say a word
This for those ain't keep their word
I'm typing you this memo like its word
Thank God I left the herd
Goat boy