paroles de chanson consigliére - Jesi

"I thought it was all over?"
You already know what the fuck's going on
Bomb shit, wreck shit
Young Jes, the boom bap wizard
Dr. Melfi: "What kind of work are you in?"

I'm the family's consigliére
Buy the Bape without the camo
I ain't in the fuckin military
Had a vision of another life
And it got scary
Playing cat and mouse with money like it's Tom and Jerry
Dream world, pleasant way to put it
I was painting house
Watch the mob films,
Learn the code I'm giving out
Penny for your thoughts?
We can split a 10 and clear the doubts
I was on a simple job
Politician
In and out

Deep breath
Said jes
"You gotta handle it"
I'm hired for precision
It won't leak over the canvases
Running for my life again
'Cos hundreds of their gang appeared
Off some psilocybin
So I'm thriving off the atmosphere
I have to prefix that this dream was a dream
But this vision was some kind of thing
That Raven would've seen
Why we celebrating leadership
At platinum jubilees
They ain't celebrate my leadership
When I did DofE

Like show me when the king
Used a map or a compass
Show me when the King
Spit a rap or a dumb verse
Things we got in common is
The money gotta come first
Star on the on side of things,
Kinda like a Converse
In Crete kicking up my feet like reject
Itemized the invoice
I ain't got a fee yet
Niggas try jack the flow
Ain't planted their beans yet
Tryna act grown,
You ain't learned your birds and bees yet
I'm hotter with grills on,
Nigga I'm a barbecue
Haircut half off
I can skip the barber queue
Let me jump the line
There ain't no way I'm going after you
Barber asking 'bout father
He's my father's barber too
Now I'm pimp strutting
'Cause my haircut looks remarkable
Pen-game
Wimpy Kid
Diaries full of bars to use
Shut your mouth, you idiot
'Cause in this game I father you
Boot you in your chest
So I can kick it like the Spartans do
I don't do no diss tracks
I do dissing articles
Your ego can't afford
So the game is where it's chargeable
Trueys in the morning
Maharishis in the afternoon
Gabbana on my jumper
Guess I'm dressing like a father too
Higher than them prices
That Balenciaga charging you
For lost and found creps
You know them ones where it's like half a shoe
Guess they hit the target for an audience
It's arguable
The way they sell their garbage
Is an art to which they're masterful
Way I kick back like I broke my metatarsal
'Cause my foot's in the door of the game
Where's the party
Never liked fish but I'll still eat that calamari
I ain't ever squashing shit
I hate the taste of fruit and barley

I'm the family's consigliere
Buy the Bape without the camo
I ain't in the fuckin military
Had a vision of another life
And it got scary
Playing cat and mouse with money
Like it's Tom and Jerry

I'm the family's consigliére
Buy the Bape without the camo
I ain't in the fuckin military
Had a vision of another life
And it got scary
Playing cat and mouse with money
Like it's Tom and Jerry

I'm the family's consigliére