Music Video
JAG feat. Nick Grant - "The Relay" OFFICIAL VERSION
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAG
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
THX
Producer
Lyrics
Eh, yeah
JAG, look
T.H.A
Yeah, don't get it twisted, ****, rap
But, ****, he sell pounds
****, quit
****'s a snitch
I need the details now
Eh, Friday I got work
And hold the E sales down
I'm sellin' clothes plus the weed
I'm into retail now
I got that low key
My coco on the DL now
I got it set up
Get her wet
I make a female drown
Like B-Will
Or seashells
I'm in the sea, yell now!
My record's spinnin'
I done finally put the spring wells down
D'you see the buzz goin' up?
Then, ****, she fell down
Did I help her?
****, please! Look who she fell round
I'm like the king now
I started off fencin' a job
But I was broke
And feelin' like McCaw catchin' a lob
They're talkin' rings of the king
While I'm the best in the squad
Mess with the mob
Imma send you to a session with God
You on the top? Cut you in half
So I can lessen the odds
Still at it
I'm real mad I skipped a session with Nas
I'm reppin' doves
And I grew up on the block
I'm sellin' dubs
Ain't no big **** pass this good
Since Kevin Love
It's twenty-four
We got a squad
We gonna rob the members
I pass the white on the block
Like it's a lob from Kemba
JAG, I'm in my bag
**** like to spray the steel
And your heat ain't really real
You **** microwavin' meals
My soldiers is fillin' cake up
Head-shot the haters
See, it real
****, you could have Folgers
It wouldn't wake up
Yeah, it's murder when I talk
I just ruin it for the tracks
Probably never get paid
I ain't doin' it for the plaques
Me and Nick is black kings
And we doin' it for the blacks
'Cause we know most of y'all goofies
Have ruined it for the blacks
And that's real
And just look at what I do for the town
If they ain't bought the boarded crown
I bet I'm due for it now, and I swear
Look at what I do for the town
If they ain't bought the boarded crown
I bet I'm due for it now, and I swear
Don't compare me to ****
I'm seated at the throne
Okay, somebody fire somethin'
That we agree upon
You boys swingin' at nothin'
My money Nia Long
Good in every 'hood
You act, they sent you on a read-along
Letter to my dreams
"I'm here to fulfil you"
You scream, "Peace", I keep my piece
Too much peace'll kill you
****'s washed up
I pray your closed minds mildew
Quit hidin' behind them blogs
And let me see the real you
Takin' time don't mean patience
**** stick you for your watches
Your bitch like it raw
Call me Yellowtail with a Monster
Every verse is like mixin' stress with the vodka
I'm a problem, thirty clippin'
Steph Curry chopper
Jive turkey-ass bitch
Tell him take the dick and gobble
Who seein', son?
We need more of ya, not the father
Meyer Lansky fly suit
Try who? Yeah, whatever
**** askin' am I the G.O.A.T.?
Bitch, is the sky blue?
I'm your favorite rapper times two
Imma shine through
All you **** look alike
The assembly line crew
I'm the one you fabricators dedicate this rhyme to
God flow, the Above All
How you define Zeus, ****?
T.H.A
Written by: JAG
