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lirik lagu cartridge – jay browne

[intro]
“yo, what up, it’s your boy dae*dae”
“yo, what up, it’s richboyrc and you’re listening to cartridge by jay browne”
“on 1(800)813*4evr: deluxe”

dae*dae, this too hard
j*a*y

[chorus]
all 2020, n*gga, i’ve been coming at you n*ggas on some art sh*t
yo sh*t like bullsh*t, my sh*t straight*from*the*heart sh*t
y’all n*ggas like dry mouths, still running, n*gga, i park sh*t
2 drums and a cartridge
2 drums and a wait*

throwing shots at my team, n*gga, i’ma throw ’em back on some dark sh*t
n*ggas wanna talk down, coming up short, on some kevin hart sh*t
dawg, please don’t bolt now, don’t be shocked when i spark sh*t
2 drums and a cartridge
2 drums and a wha*

[verse 1: jay browne]
let’s be clear, let’s talk years
let’s talk flows, we are not peers
let’s talk heart, let’s talk soul
my n*ggas g’s, y’all like hoes
i’m like sev, i’m like sw*nk
i’m like rich, i’m like dame
you’re like b*tch, you’re like lame
tell my n*gga stan “point*blank range”
i’m like g.o.a.t, y’all like “same”
no, h*ll nah, not like jay
alan, he a shoota just like ray
he got game, raps so tight, rhymes ring finger
take last breath, take last name
take back words, take back claims
you take shots, we take aim
you take shots, we take
*gun shot*
way, way, back when i seen my first strap, couldn’t even drive
just now when you seen your first strap, b*tch, you was watching on the live
you was driving to the hood just so you could tell n*ggas you was really on
cause you had no ambition, drive or reputation of your own
i don’t this sh*t for attention or the mothaf*cking notoriety
lost my scholarship, sh*t, wasn’t no one tryna hire me
then streets took my brother from me
then the tweets took my brother from me
no security bugging, then police came in and ripped the color from me

[verse 2: 7sinclair]
hop up with my set, won’t be too long
go pay your debts, don’t get me wrong
there’s just too much going on, why the f*ck you in my phone?
oh, i feel it, going mad, don’t ask why i keep a mag
god feel time, he moving fast
do not talk about the past
so much voices in my mind
deal with snakes like all the time
in the streets, in the trees
always watching, always spying
i don’t ever say a thing, really z’s don’t ever speak
word to wayne, word to ye
living in a fantasy
like her seat in the jeans when she open in*between
i don’t need to do alot, love me since she heard of me
no i.d. when i step, everybody f*ck with me
back here like i never left, can’t promise i’ll never leave
[chorus]
all 2020, n*gga, i’ve been coming at you n*ggas on some art sh*t
yo sh*t like bullsh*t, my sh*t straight*from*the*heart sh*t
y’all n*ggas like dry mouths, still running, n*gga, i park sh*t
2 drums and a cartridge
2 drums and a wait*

[verse 3: jay]
j*a*y browne, my n*gga, what’s cracking?
oh my, on this side we just fine, we spit fire like a dust dragon
f*ck*boy tryna charge me, got it scott*free, like “f*ck travis”
like dwayne carter, make the block hot from the top spot, i must have it
how can i be more clear? weed got extension like horse hair
never f*cked a n*gga 5’9” ’til she seen the roll and royce here
can’t be ‘land of the free,’ only certain people got a voice here
now the boys all blue, streets run red, but your left with no choice here
like what?

- jay browne

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