Gucci Anthology 2

written July 27, 2016 12:46 pm

I really wouldn't if I were you
Step to me
Bring it on
You on the wrong team tho
Face dirty like you my carbon copy
But you sloppy
Jade Shakur neat like a clean spirit
Lyrics got no limit
Flip it spit it
Like you crackin naughty chickens
Enter the 36 Chambers
Can I get a suuuu
Nough respect due
Wu Tang is here forever (ODB voice)
20 years later 24K raw
Comin at ya glass jaw
Beasting
Break down the walls like awwwwwww yeah
Wtf I never drank the Kool Aid or the purple stuff
In my head rejected all that stuff
My mind don't know why
'Cept grew up a WIC baby
Women infant children
Welfare wicked ways
Free money? Nah loss of freedom ACCEPT IT
Social Services bitches looking down on you taking your dignity
But you at your face to face appointment iPhone plus
floss mad gold traded in ya SNAP for shine
Back in the days ripping out coupons
From booklets no EBT
Fake money
Free lunches rocking my scrunches in
My hair my tube socks all scrunchED
Born 1980 I'm a hood baby
South Bronx Cross Bronx expressway
Find my traumas rooted deep on that Ave Eastburn
Wicked links of karma still trying to do me in
Cord cutter leave all my shit exposed like I took a dump in the gutter
Did I stutter?
It's Nasty Jade make a beeline for the truth when I lose my temper
Emotions to thoughts words
ABRA CADABRA
Poof! Fuckboy repellent
Spray it you GONE
Vicious cycle twisted
Old ways old ties
Dropping like flies
Cause real eyes realize real lies
Rest in peace to Makaveli
Bihhh!

1:59 pm

Don't worry about me
Newbie don't know me
Wanna project ya shit on me
Toss it back
Whiplash
Could see the welts from my tongue lash
Crazy blue over you
Parallel lives
Felt paralyzed without you
Like you took the air from my lungs
I can't breathe
I'm Lois you Christopher Reeve then
Came All Star weekend holy fuck
We came so hard
Each other's kryptonite
Give me the run around so hard turn back time
Put Clark Kent back in the phone booth b
Push your wheelchair baby till you recover
Murder was the case that they gave me but I'm a midnight marauder only
Slaughter bars leave imprints scars
My glossary deep like the hole to China
Whack Mcs GIT
Get eaten
Like fat bastards
Arroz que carne hay!
I'm sexy!
Come over make me a martini
Know I look skinny
Take my draws off
Tadow
Budy soft and squeezy
Jaws drop when you touch see feel my secret fatty
Frau Jade a freak
Comin at me write ya weak shit with number 2s
My shit inked permanent
Engraved
What should I write on your grave it's official
Fuckin moolie
Step to me try to do me
Take a number
Serve you all day like I'm pushin product from the trap house
Ziploks hefty with buds grams
Wanna be my number one fan
My only Stan
Go ahead take a stab at it
Playboy fuck like a jackrabbit
Plus bring me carats
Put em down by my throne
Stay quiet til I'm ready to bone
Ringer on ya phone
Make sure it's on
My call can't miss it
Fore you say Fuck me!
Won't ever see my name in ya caller ID
Cut off my hand before I reach for you
Cut you off completely
Now it's all me
All about me
Boom bap niggas dust them off no fee

J.S