Maybe it my jerk Maybe it my dougie Maybe it my swag Maybe it my work
Maybe it my girl Maybe it my lady Maybe it my world Here is not fake
J-park
Maybe it my way "high g s" to be We start to play Not be looking for me My name is jay Fuck jb This is my spray Bitches come to me
I'm not far away Come over here Maybe some day Drink a beer Smoking every day I have a fine career
You're a fucking dick Okay?
I'm not star Like b.I.g nigga Look my millions, Look my car. nigga Look television I rhyme killa nigga.
I am the king of illusion Fuck rain man, nigga.
Fybow
Here is not fake So are we brothers Shaken as quake Run to your mother Make mistakes But can be corrected Not attack in the back's Deserve respect
Maybe my stacks on deck Maybe your envy But I know my swag Do not come levy Nigga "hgs" back Pretty girl shake that We have no flat Got my lady
Here is improvisation in the battle Like a free style See my action Cause your smile But not lose attention Can catch fire I'm high bitch I'm always high bitch
Maybe my money That makes you confusion But I got money And you have illusion Like busta rhymes We gettin arab money Do not make crimes, just do rhymes