Текст песни J!nx - Triz Nathaniel

How's life?
Treating me like it just found me fucking its wife
So I might hop on a mic
Own the beets like i'm Dwight
OG nigga, Dolemite
Might punch a jake at a Logan fight
Ain't home tonight staying overnight
With a socialite 'bout shoulder height

Stuck all the way up shit's creek
And I ain't got no paddle
But shit B, that's cool with me
I kinda like them Jazzagals
Take a Billie Holiday
On a holiday to Holloway
And honestly she never reticent
That pussy always wet as shit

Wait a minute Triz
You putting dead folks in this rap, B?
Yeah im bringin all my niggas back
This Negromancy
Like Nancy, my pillow see
All my dreams every night
A heavenly little melody
Of felonies on the alt right

'Cause y'all might be alright
Just not seeing these nazis
But not me i'm 'bout to be
Catching bodies, yas please
Luring 'em up a hill then i'ma kill 'em softly
Can't stop me
No brake lines
Make em say my name at the same time

Jinx nigga
This rap game my kink nigga
Love that bitch
Thought it found me in a money truck
Way it brought me back from the brink nigga
Got deep Cuban links nigga
Think Castro with a afro
My niggas don't say shit bitch
Your dogs talking like Astro

Like watching grass grow
My green was coming up mad slow
So I had to go talk a little spicy
Hyphy with tobasco
They had to know I just wanna bust
Turn stat quo into bedlam
Getting drunk off that blood lust
Talking 'bout that red rum
Ah!

Like a tin can way i'm packing all these biscuits
You know im bout to pop so I don't think you should risk it
Where i'm from we family
Everybody complicit
Feds asking "who was blasting?"

Crickets

Listen bitch, this Memphis
It's looking bleak like a cynicist
You wigwam, you tipi
Your temperament, two tents
My two cents gon' add up
Til my new shit go platinum
Truth is my rapping
Go stupid and random

I'm bringing the 2000's back
Affleck and J. Lo
Got a Jewish honey sitting shiva
On a nigga dreidel
Fuck with me it's fatal
I'm paid to be unstable
Like your mans made plans with mice
Nigga stay getting laid yo

And to them Sam Jackson cats
Asking what's in my wallet
Ain't ya know I'm like Snape though
A lil' Drako in my pocket
He from Bmore, his name Thor, he Loki bro
Got me feeling like Pacino
And Gringo
You owe me coke

Jinx nigga
This rap game my kink nigga
Love that bitch
Thought it found me in a money truck
Way it brought me back from the brink nigga
Got deep Cuban links nigga
Think Castro with a afro
My niggas don't say shit bitch
Your dogs talking like Astro

Jinx nigga
Bad luck, you hate to see it happen
But I'm overrun with skeletons
In my closet - whole rack of 'em
Well not skeletons exactly
But it's just a matter of weeks
Right now they just bodies
'Cause some opps thought they could stop me
Nah B