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letra de wayne s's sienna - jascr

[intro]
no floors
ah yeah, we here baby
course i had to remix this beat, it’s too iconic
shoutout griselda, shoutout cole, shoutout buffalo man
trust, imma do this beat the best
i gotchu
here’s to new beginnings and allat
(get myself situated…woo!)

[verse 1]
the one and only slaying right back to grace a mic
i’m way too hype tell them fakes they can say goodnight
or take a hike already sleeping on my tapes
it’s okay just know i’ll be gone ‘fore you wake
i rap like i’m hungry my job don’t feed me enough
i remember walking home from work with my feet in the mud
so i can’t let a beat breathe or let y’all beat me
this too easy i do this with my feet right up
my irises done seen a lot of pain
look into my soul so much trouble in a gaze
but y’all won’t do a same ’till a n-gga’s laid up
and when that day comes y’all can say oh that man never gave up!
these other rappers said they had some deadly sh-t
but your best shots hit me on some friendly’s sh-t
and they don’t want a feature with me they know the outcome
my drafts can blow away all of your albums
i guess i’m black and yellow adjacent now huh?
pick up the pace we racing now huh?
a bad run for me is like fans in the winter
so if this verse is a pocket then call me hands in the winter
who got you nearly blind d-mn near every line
like you ate lemons and limes ’cause i’m the master of stank faces
and i’ll do your track wrong ’cause i left my right mind
really f-ck you up like blue light at nighttime
[interlude]
’cause trust whenever i’m in the booth
i’m not even on 9 or ten
i’m on every number above that
sh-t i’m on 9000

[verse 2]
on the day i was born millard fillmore had to lock they doors
cause from my room you heard the most violent roar
the skies was torn cracks were dividing the floors
the cosmos shook buffalo wasn’t the same no more
it’s jascr untouchable that be my thesis
with more back to back blacks than allergy sneezes
treat this beat like a p-ssy it’s getting ate out
and all my bars like doctor’s notes: oh they getting made out
ain’t playing round like i’m benched but i’ll ball like braves
atlanta or buffalo i jump around each state
i’m unleashed on the mic and they swear they untamed
but my reign might cause a flood and f-ckin wash ’em away
most of what i say is how i move
i walk like i talk and they ain’t fitting in my shoes
i futureproof they make up for the views
i’ll spit the truth and do the false better than you
i ain’t into holding grudges but f-ck it y’all ain’t rugged
i don’t want your features boutta make my sh-t blunted
i’m feelin like a boogeyman, y’all can quote it
and i’d know they gas my writing if they favorite wrote it
i’ll take this moment, really hard to hate this own it
that boy too good, he midas how his bars stay golden
too emboldened on a tangent with no cosign
on his ronnie mcn-tt sh-t how he blow minds
for real, on god the best rapper in buffalo
go ask griselda and they’ll tell ya, “he ain’t bluffin’ bro”
[outro]
no floors, n-gga
stop f-cking with me

- jascr

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