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where u at? - jayessy lyrics

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[verse 1]
starving artist
but i go hard regardless
thank lord the court laid my brother off all his charges
we was watching martin
in hopes of some aston martins

i remember 3ds was the only thing to record with
my grandma told me that my karma’s coming
but i couldn’t really give a f*ck if all my commas come in
’cause when i was younger, we was slumming

now i’m tryna get us on the board like drummond
till we stuntin’, n*gga, word to
you stay yelling, man —
i promise that we heard you

meanwhile, a n*gga’s rhymes is sicker than some bird flu
two bad b*tches i’d give the f*cking world to
’cause i was in the p*ssy
like the b*tch gave birth to me

i’m not the type of n*gga you wanna disturb, fool
’cause i’ll get you k!lled and make it home by curfew
i don’t prefer to —
jayessy, what i refer to —
murder you in booths
then drive off in a convertible

look
and i promise it’s not personal
but i’ve been on the vertical
since the huxtables

my verses put n*ggas in he*rs*s
got b*tches clutching their purses
even pastors in the churches and their nurses
saying, “d*mn, he snapped.”

the fam in canada looking at me like, “d*mn, he rap?”
kept it under wraps
since mama was giving bubble baths

troubled past
almost made my grammy have a heart attack
for the grammy plaques
i’d get your muhf*cking nanny whacked

look
so many boys i’d prolly blast to bring my granny back
or have so many racks
inside the stash
can’t fit the f*nny pack
we all in our own worlds —
i need the family back
i feel like every time they turn around
they asking, “where he at?”

six months
since a n*gga touched toronto
i’d vacation to the 6
before a n*gga touching cabo

driving ’round with lou
i got my hand outside the car door
or i’ll be with —
tryna get that b*tch commando

a n*gga touch peach
me and zay turning to rambo
that’s not really who i am, though
i’m not the type of n*gga posting fl!cks on top the gram, though

but if i don’t, i know one day a n*gga turning camo

[outro dialogue]
“jayessy — my introduction to the rap game
you could either hop on the train now
or be late to the party
you choose.”

- jayessy lyrics

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