ACT OUT
[Intro: Jamar Rose]
I gotta have like, one of these songs in here where I'm like, like, lyrical and shit, alright? Niggas just gon' think I'm hyping and just, no bars, you know
[Verse 1: Jamar Rose]
Ever it's really, I run like half of the city
The other half got decimated, they owed me a pity
Don't think you squat clown, cause it really get gritty
When I popping, touch like rib bones, don't get in my vicinity
I'm bushed, moving like a sum weights eight
We run this shit to infinity, and beyond the space
I'm beyond debate, so please chеck what you fishing with
Punching through the moisture, and I still ain't break a swеat
[Verse 2: Yayu]
Uh, my lyrics cryptic like hieroglyphics and ancient texts
Do wish you raise, now I'm title flipping, we play with sets
He speaking fishy, we cash the scene, and we baited breath
He see the fit drip, cataclysm, we guess, breaking necks
Fuck a baddie is easy, bake when I steal a plate
I turned my dreams to reality, I don't feel a weigh
Calorie on my heels, I'm just dashing some, I kill this break
Acting too on the nose with no balance me after seal your fate
Tragic and I didn't feel the way, we don't appeal the same
I make shit to hear your pain, but I don't feel the K
Used to thought of mills away, now do what the deal is say
Don't get the message, let it near as it hearing nade, uh
[Verse 3: Jamar Rose]
I never miss when I'm shooting at a target
I'ma leave his shirt red, like he works at a target
Black filly sticky on my figures like target
Damn, I couldn't think of another flip for target
So tell me what's your logic, you looking like you under pressure
My incredible true story got me feeling better
And everybody got confessions of a dangerous mind
But mine intwine with something that's a little divine
So let me talk about it, it's a mental breakdown
Or maybe it's a fake out, don't ever know what J bound
Copycat artists tryna step, you can traced out
Run in to the back, the bag is what I chase now
[Verse 4: Yayu]
Too much to think, gotta settle shit like it's James Town
Feathers go tip to page, we angelic with writtens, they sound
Dead on arrival, never endeared to writes
Brother got a bad bucket, now I'm think that's on a Bible
Probably back on a wire, new task for the power
New bags for the powder, perfect, call it showder
You nerds back on the couch, you turn squeak as it's tired
Lava in evolve, me deep in the fire
Each feature dumb, BP, we arriving, grip ease with the violence
This tweets should retire, see P's filling blue dreams get me higher than [?]
You pry in the sky, my ma' see through the eyes of disciples
See, the way you rappers live and die, it's a cycle, I'm out in finite