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letra de 87 degrees - jesse janari

born in the 80’s im rocking it like a kangol
94 babies exploring places you can’t go
rap god who scott storching the flames throws
gotta lay low, the drank cold, i sips slow
holla at me i holla back can you feel it
told the boy to give up the dream these n-ggas ignorant
couple dollars just for the hour like where’s the dignity
janari next to pac and biggie talking to kennedy
sunday mornings i visit heaven from 3 to 7
and then i wonder where the time goes
i ain’t see n0body holding bibles
snapback gone 4 hours out the time zone, mind-blown
paint the picture with the elixir i ponder daily
i wonder when they find out what i got
will they treat me like a person or a resource
cuz they need a favor from somebody in the key-courts, d-mn
i mean d-mn that’s how it goes when you living good
and a bottle of the finest if you living better
roses to them n-ggas who be dying young
i’m just praying for private planes and sunny weather, feel me

a bottle of the finest to them n-ggas living good you know
we just made it to the hills, we done made it out the hood you know
these young n-ggas going crazy we just so misunderstood you know
that’s why the weed smoke loud n-gga, everything good you know

i took a couple wins couples loses that’s just how the game goes
like every time we trip to london take a pic on abbey road
voice going in and out, but they gone hear it in my tone
this that heart and soul sh-t i gotta hear it in this song
you know they pay me for words
pay me for living sh-t that i’ve written in cursive
this sh-t was arranged see i be living with purpose
like when i write it down i make reality perfect
this a strange thang
like how i change planes and my change strange
like everywhere i go they got the hookup for a n-gga
fine dine this the custom cook up for a n-gga
good times i might hit my book-m on you n-gga
the car run so the crib next
i wonder how many records it take
new orleans beignet’s then amsterdam with the crepes
see i heard the car gone come with liquor and drapes
humble beginnings made me so expensive
you should see all my living expenses
this sh-t is extensive
on time i don’t do extensions
just incase the debt collector listening (haha)

- jesse janari

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