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letra de jaylen brown - j. cole

heard some clown want the smoke then he going down
7 shots to his chest now he jaylen brown
keep my eyes on my own paper, f-ck the cap and gown
so much paper i think i got a tree farm
smoking tree i can’t feel the ground
rose gold jacket, sh-t i think i almost drowned in yo girl
i’m, in my detroit bag so you know you in trouble
plus i turned your b-tch over like the ref called a travel, you feel me?

i’m the man
i”m the man
got shooters all around the globe, they’ll shoot you on demand
shooter got 14 in the clip, he feel like terrence mann
it’s funny how the people that was hating they become your fans
yeah, they become your fans
on the rise at times it’s hard to see where we began
dollars coming in with the blueprint that sh-t was never planned
nah
and i ain’t tryna be somebody who just came close
saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed
imma bridge the gap whenever the game close
tired of top 5 lists
light thousand on the wrist y’all must be godd-mn p-ssed
getting higher than a plane sh-t do not make sense
young simba the greatest to ever do it
if i knew y’all were into it then maybe we coulda threw it
don’t forget i gave y’all boys a shot and you went and f-cking blew it (agh)
striped ribbons on my chest b-tch i’m god’s gift
the industry locking me out but i’m the locksmith
myth busting with a smith & wesson we outside b-tch
never tell no lies, if i die, imma die rich
one hit and you’re done call me roddy rich
funny how to break out of the box you gotta lock in
this sh-t coming out the noggin
y’all ain’t even ballin
only on the ‘net so you know you gotta log in
when i shoot my shot, that sh-t wet, agents calling
30 piece mcnugget ‘gainst the nuggets feel like martin
maybe feel like jimmy
carrying the heat through the street tryna 3-peat
ay, hold on

posted with the gang in la, we backyardigans
where am i at? guess, yeah i’m in the yard again
check came through the mail and you can tell that imma dance again
ball till we fall on my call that’s the…
that’s the motto motherf-cka’
i’m a starter in this game
mr. carter, pen insane
flow so smooth it’s inhumane
telling stories like jermaine
never less i always gain
rapping like the rent is due
simba going super sayain
always been in the same crew
how come now they switching lanes
let my brotha hold the reins
and we ain’t look back since
getting higher than a plane sh-t do not make sense
simba
heard some clown want the smoke then he going down
7 shots to his chest now he jaylen brown
keep my eyes on my own paper, f-ck the cap and gown
so much paper i think i got a tree farm
smoking tree i can’t feel the ground
rose gold jacket, sh-t i think i almost drowned in yo girl
i’m, in my detroit bag so you know you in trouble
plus i turned your b-tch over like the ref called a travel

- j cole

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