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letra de jefferson drive / ghost - nxtmike

[chorus]
okay, bred from the 6, i’m jordan with the brand, son
hail from the l.i, 3-1 after 6, son
dodge a tech n9ne like everybody move, son
awe in my eyes, ’cause i’m blinded by the son
okay, bred from the 6, i’m jordan with the brand, son
hail from the l.i, 3-1 after 6, son
dodge a tech n9ne like everybody move, son
awe in my eyes, ’cause i’m blinded by the son

[verse 1]
i said duces to the beef like tyson
it’s been a minute, but i’m back, like “hi, son”
had to clean up all of the junk like a dyson
righting (writing) all these wrongs just in case i die, son
i got all these books, i think it’s time to take a look
maybe write a few things down, ’cause you never know
need to know which way to go, maybe take a look at job
talkin’ to the 1 of 1, elevatin’ over shows, yeah
look, i had to drop all the addiction
messin’ with the mental state of my condition
mind state of all the bars without the prison
say no to the product of bad decisions, yeah
i been flexin’ on ’em like i dropped the gym on ’em, woah
did a little dance, i be shakin’ sin off ’em, woah
yeah, i’m feelin’ high, but no mary jane on ’em, no
check out all the drive, ain’t no lane switchin’ on ’em though
[chorus]
okay, bred from the 6, i’m jordan with the brand, son
hail from the l.i, 3-1 after 6, son
dodge a tech n9ne like everybody move, son
awe in my eyes, ’cause i’m blinded by the son
okay, bred from the 6, i’m jordan with the brand, son
hail from the l.i, 3-1 after 6, son
dodge a tech n9ne like everybody move, son
awe in my eyes, ’cause i’m blinded by the son

[post-chorus]
(by the son, by the son)
(by the son, by the son)
(by the son, by the son)
(by the son, by the son)

[interlude]
ayy!
nxt, yeah

[verse 2]
had to get rid of the sicko mode (huh?)
had to get y’all in that holy mode (okay)
son of man, son of the chosen one, sin in the rear, i got no time to bite the gun (doo-doo-doo)
this that new g, double o, d, c, i, t, y, that’s on god
this that new “let me show it to my pastor without no prob!” (okay)
i got that trap for the sinner (woah)
cuttin’ up lucy for dinner (woah)
i told her “bye”, nxtmegs, you know that she don’t like clingers
flow too cold, put little jerry on that jump, no springer
i had to hold some back, leave you wantin’ more: cliffhanger
look, i been tryna’ tell y’all that i really be out here writin’ (i been)
i been tryna’ tell y’all that i got a god ghostwritin’ (i do)
i got my soul up in the trunk, and you know it’s bumpin’, yeah
i think i might catch that ghost and just start crumpin’ (okay)
(i got the ghost up inside of me)
yeah, we got a little camaraderie, yeah
came from the bottom, rose from the dirt
you know there ain’t no one toppin’ me (oh no)
i need that grace, when it’s stormy, like my mom was kylie (on god!)
covered in blood, came out alive, but i’m far from dirty

- nxtmike

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