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letra de pay up - jaryd blake

[intro]
look
we don’t duck confrontation, n-ggas love confrontation
we don’t duck conversations, n-ggas love conversation
if you really want work, n-ggas love compensation
look we can come together and make all these other n-ggas pay up, check it
pay up, check it

[verse 1: jaryd blake]
yo
assalamu alaik-m, asalak-m salam
i pray in the sun, add peace in the storm
love the rotation, don’t care for the form
but if that motherf-cker bang can’t say that it’s wrong
i know that me minus you equal margin that era
i know that words of our father equal proof of forever
stay on principles or fold under pressure
i know if we come together, we could make these other n-ggas pay up, check it
pay up, check it
creative mind, are you the one that’s designing this?
all your thoughts intertwined with that [?]
focus on that house with modern appliances
sick as a rap god, got all of the sinuses
plus minus less [?]
how high does your consciousnesses get?
thoughts been synonymous with
[?] that sh-t the way that king solomon live
your idol’s idol in solitary confinement [?]
follow him in
[?] are hollowing in
pill popping, swallowing gin on avenues and boulevards [?]
pulled apart and [?], bottom of ten
light it and light it again, i’ll escape with ya
you know its stars in the sky, f-ck a wraith n-gga
if i’m a star in your eyes, know your place on top of it
if i’m a star in your eyes, know your place on top of it
[verse 2: mick jenkins]
[?]
ready to rumble, pollen ain’t no bumble
be wagging fingers like mutombo
elephant in the room, so they play horton hears a who to my dumbo
n-ggas dr. seuss on the radio
i put all my truth in the gumbo
proofs in the pudding, this ain’t tapioca
pen to the paper, now i’m tapping in the style, all that fashion over saturated
how could a n-gga feel emasculated?
you was already a b-tch, dog
ain’t even sprinting yet, just a brisk jog on the lake shore
waves crash at my feet, i can make, more
you surface scratching like disk jockeys
the way that these words break jaws
raw brush strokes when i paint [?] on my character, we
draw gun smoke, already knew what the temperature was
all cutthroat [?] see saws in my area, c notes in my carry on, pre rolls that i buried, [?]
law crush hopes, i know i fit the criteria for it
saw a jump rope, them n-ggas skipping through circles of lies
see bacteria growing, i’m too clean with this sh-t
y’all want certain demise, f-cking with me
360 layups, we ’bout to make these n-ggas pay up
yeah, just keep f-cking with me

- jaryd blake

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